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So they are :

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,

The wreck of all my friends, nor this man’s threats,

To whom I am subdued are but light to me,

Might I but through my prison once a day

Behold this maid. All corners else o ‘the ’ earth

Let liberty make use of space enough

Have I in such a prison.​

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