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SCENE VII.
Madrigal, Scourella.Scour.
O miserable hour! ill-fated maid!
Mad.
What of my Love?—O my portending soul!
Scour.
Ah fatal day to me! poor Sculliona
Now touches her last moments—as she climb'd
Into the garret, her too-faithless foot
Slipp'd from the ladder's topmast round; she fell,
And with the fall expires.
Mad.
O ill-starr'd wench!
Scour.
I saw her in her pangs—her out-stretch'd eye
Strain'd with a death-mix'd tenderness on mine—
But thy relenting mistress craves an ode,
From thy great muse, for her endanger'd friend.
The pious maid a holy visit means
To Guildhall's dome, with solemn invocation,
To sue the Gogan and Magogan gods,
For danger'd Sculliona's lengthen'd life—
Haste to the cheerless maid, while I in quest
Of barber-surgeon trudge—O cursed spite!
That ever I was born to fetch the wight!
An Invocation to Gog and Magog.
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