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What price we may to ransom thee thy town,

Not me my life; but thou that diest not, thou,

Though all our house die for this people's sake,

Keep thou for ours thy crown our city, guard

And give it life the lovelier that we died.

CHORUS.

Sun, that hast lightened and loosed by thy might

Ocean and Earth from the lordship of night,

Quickening with vision his eye that was veiled,

Freshening the force in her heart that had failed,

That sister fettered and blinded brother

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Should have sight by thy grace and delight of each other,

Behold now and see

What profit is given them of thee;

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What wrath has enkindled with madness of mind

Her limbs that were bounden, his face that was blind,

To be locked as in wrestle together, and lighten

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