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LV

“I fetch her!”⁠—“Yes, an ’t like your Majesty;

And as she would be frighten’d wide awake,

To travel such a distance through the sky,

Use of some soft manœuvre you must make,

For your convenience, and her dear nerves’ sake;

Nice way would be to bring her in a swoon,

Anon, I’ll tell you what course were best to take;

You must away this morning.” “Hum! so soon?”

“Sire, you must be in Kent by twelve o’clock at noon.”