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THE CAPTIVE.

A SCENE IN A PRIVATE MAD-HOUSE.

Stay, Gaoler, stay, and hear my woe!She is not mad who kneels to thee,For what I'm now too well I know,And what I was, and what should be.I'll rave no more in proud despair;My language shall be mild, though sad:But yet I'll firmly, truly swear,I am not mad! I am not mad!
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