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Wynne, Ellis, 1671-1734

"The Visions of the Sleeping Bard"

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"Little wonder, verily," said Lucifer, "that they were so much hated by
all on earth, seeing that they are capable of causing such trouble to us
here." Not long after, the Huntress comes to meet the King upon the way.
"Ho! grandam o' the breeches," cries a shrill-voiced demon, "good night
to you." "Thy grandam on which side, prithee?" said she, displeased
because he did not "madam" her. "You are a fine king, Lucifer, to keep
such impudent rascals about you; a thousand pities that such a vast realm
should be under so impotent a ruler; would that I might be made its
regent." Then comes the Swaggerer, nodding in the dark--"Your humble
servant, sir," saith he to one, over his shoulder; "Are you quite well?"
to another; "Can I be of any service to you?" addressing a third, with a
leering smirk, and to the Huntress: "Your beauty quite fascinates me,
madam." "Oh oh," cried she, "away with the hell-hound;" and all join in
the shout: "Away with this new tormentor, hell on hell that he is!"
"Let both be bound together hand and foot," commanded Lucifer. Soon
after the Lawmonger comes on the scene between two devils.


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