Vergil would have seen the queues himself, people summoned by privy seal or letter, or waiting to pay installments of their fines […]

They stood on line, and slept and ate and cellphoned, all night and into the day.

To whom the Priest with naked armes full net Approching nigh, and murdrous knife well whet, Gan mutter close a certaine secret charme, With other diuelish ceremonies met:

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