( Canto the first   XI )

Her memory was a mine: she knew by heart
   All Calderon and greater part of Lupé,
So that if any actor miss'd his part
   She could have served him for the prompter's copy;
For her Feinaigle's were an useless art,
   And he himself obliged to shut up shop - he
Could never make a memory so fine as
   That which adorn'd the brain of Donna Inez

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