Chapter 12 No.12

Soph. You powers, that take into your care the guard

Of innocence, aid me! for I am a creature

So forfeited to despair, hope cannot fancy

A ransom to redeem me ... ...

... ... Was't for this he left me

And, on a feigned pretence-

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