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and strike her home by force,
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if not by words.
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This way, or not at all,
stand you in hope.
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Come.
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Come. Our empress,
with her sacred wit,
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will we acquaint
with all that we intend.
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He that had wit
would think that I had none
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to bury so much gold under a tree,
:50:07
never after to inherit it.
:50:10
Let him that thinks of me
so abjectly know
:50:13
that this gold must coin
a stratagem which,
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cunningly effected,
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will beget
a very excellent piece of villainy.
:50:25
And so repose, sweet gold,
for their unrest
:50:29
that have their alms
out of the empress' chest.
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My lovely Aaron,
:50:42
wherefore lookst thou sad
:50:44
when everything doth
make a gleeful boast?
:50:48
The birds chant melody
on every bush.
:50:53
The snake lies rolled
in the cheerful sun.
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The green leaves quiver
with the cooling wind.