Our heroine’s now rendered bare,

Condemned to who knows what grim fate.

Four blackguards pinion her with care.

She struggles, but it’s far too late.

“You little spy, oh shame on you!

With what’s mine you’d fly away?

You must be punished, and I speak true

To tell you you’ll regret this day.”

The villain does some pleasure take

In our agent’s ample charms.

But He’ll retrieve, make no mistake

The book that’s key to endless harms.

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