That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.
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Therewith she spewd out of her filthy maw
A floud of poyson horrible and blacke,
Full of great lumpes of flesh and gobbets raw,
Which stunck so vildly, that it forst him slacke
His grasping hold, and from her turne him backe:
Her vomit full of bookes[°] and papers was,
With loathly frogs and toades, which eyes did lacke,