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33430	Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)	Mosada: A dramatic poem			.txt	text/plain	3030	483	101	Of silver hanging round lame Cola's neck-And Cola seeing, knows the sign and comes. _Cola._ Mosada, it is then so much the worse. The dark still man, has come, and says 'tis sin. _Mosada._ The phantoms come; ha ha! _Second Inquisitor._ Round the stake _Mosada._ I come. _First Monk._ Will you not hear my last new song? _Second Monk._ Ebremar will stamp Thy sacred door, but Peter cried, _First Inquisitor._ Be still, I hear the step of Ebremar. _Ebremar._ I will not hear; the Moorish girl must die. _Ebremar._ The wages of sin is death. And yon few stars, grown dim like eyes of lovers _Ebremar._ Young Moorish girl, thy final hour is here, Among thy nation none shall know that I Safe on the breast of Vallence is thy head For night comes fast; look down on me, my love, _Ebremar._ Mosada! [_Enter Monks and Inquisitors._]	./cache/33430.txt	./txt/33430.txt