So left her, where she now is turnd to treen mould.[°]
XL
Then forth I tooke Duessa for my Dame,
And in the witch unweeting joyd long time,
Ne ever wist but that she was the same,[°]
Till on a day (that day is every Prime,
When Witches wont do penance for their crime)
I chaunst to see her in her proper hew,[°]
Bathing her selfe in origane and thyme: