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“For, an I be a Robber rapine-fed, undivagous, far banisht from mine own, how can I, thinkest thou, so far have sped to seek these seats unseen, these realms unknown? By what false Hope, what love of profit led should I ’mid angry seas my lot have thrown, Antarctick rigours and the fires of air, which they who dwell beneath the Ram must bear?