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Then turning round, he saw those trembling two:

“Eban,” said he, “as slaves should taste the fruits

Of diligence, I shall remember you

To-morrow, or next day, as time suits,

In a finger conversation with my mutes,⁠—

Begone!⁠—for you, Chaldean! here remain!

Fear not, quake not, and as good wine recruits

A conjurer’s spirits, what cup will you drain?

Sherry in silver, hock in gold, or glass’d champagne?”