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"Show us Pasquale, show the devil hound,"
And twenty eyes flashed sharper than the blade.
They shrieked his name until I thought no swound
Was proof against the riot that they made.

I saw the naked unsheathed swords, I saw
(My enemy—my arch, arch enemy!)
Minions of justice, armed with hate and Law
And my guest was asleep . . ." Myself am he"

(I said before the swords their home could find).
"Draw me without," I prayed, "I would not fall
Here where my children sleep." And they were kind
And dragged me far without my own portal.

Ere they could send my soul to hell unshriven
Pasquale's men came riding bright as day
More time new sins to make, to cry to heaven,
They bought Pasquale ... I write as I lay.

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