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LXII.

Then he addressed himself to Satan: "Why-- My good old friend, for such I deem you, though Our different parties make us fight so shy, I ne'er mistake you for a _personal_ foe; Our difference _political_, and I Trust that, whatever may occur below, You know my great respect for you: and this Makes me regret whate'er you do amiss--