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XXXVI

Then facing right about, he saw the Page,

And said; “Don’t tell me what you want, Eban;

The Emperor is now in a huge rage,⁠—

’Tis nine to one he’ll give you the rattan!

Let us away!” Away together ran

The plain-dress’d sage and spangled blackamoor,

Nor rested till they stood to cool, and fan,

And breathe themselves at th’ Emperor’s chamber door,

When Eban thought he heard a soft imperial snore.