To haue before bewitched all mens sight;
O leaue her soone, or let her soone be slaine.
Her loathly visage viewing with disdaine,
Eftsoones I thought her such, as she me told,
And would haue kild her; but with faigned paine,
The false witch did my wrathfull hand with-hold;
So left her, where she now is turnd to treen mould.
Thens forth[106] I tooke Duessa for my Dame, xl
And in the witch vnweeting ioyd long time,
Ne euer wist, but that she was the same,