I him recured to a better will,
Purged from drugs of foule intemperance:
Then meanes I gan deuise for his deliuerance.
Which when the vile Enchaunteresse perceiu’d, lv
How that my Lord from her I would repriue,
With cup thus charmd, him parting she deceiu’d;
Sad verse, giue death to him that death does giue,
And losse of loue, to her that loues to liue,
So soone as Bacchus with the Nymphe does lincke:[483]
So parted we and on our iourney driue,