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FORLORN.

i.
‘He is fled—I wish him dead—
He that wrought my ruin—
O the flattery and the craft
Which were my undoing . . .
In the night, in the night,
When the storms are blowing.

ii.
'Who was witness of the crime?
Who shall now reveal it?