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Victor Hugo - Lord Rochester’s Song
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[CROMWELL, ACT I.]


"Hold, little blue-eyed page!"
  So cried the watchers surly,
Stern to his pretty rage
  And golden hair so curly--
"Methinks your satin cloak
  Masks something bulky under;
I take this as no joke--
  Oh, thief with stolen plunder!"

"I am of high repute,
  And famed among the truthful:
This silver-handled lute
  Is meet for one still youthful
Who goes to keep a tryst
  With her who is his dearest.
I charge you to desist;
  My cause is of the clearest."

But guardsmen are so sharp,
  Their eyes are as the lynx`s:
"That`s neither lute nor harp--
  Your mark is not the minxes.
Your loving we dispute--
  That string of steel so cruel
For music does not suit--
  You go to fight a duel!"
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