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Pardon, most honor'd Sir, excuse me, pray—

If I presume your utterance to gainsay—

This bears not on the question any way;

A modest mind is his allotted share.

The disappearance, unexplained as yet,

Of the great man, his mind doth sorely fret;

Comfort from his return and health are still his prayer.

The chamber, as in Doctor Faustus' day,

Maintains, untouched, its former state,

And for its ancient lord doth wait.

Venture therein I scarcely may.

What now the aspect of the stars?—

Awe-struck the very walls appear;

The door-posts quivered, sprang the bars—

Else you yourself could not have entered here.