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And said, Why Archimago, lucklesse syre,
2 What doe I see? what hard mishap is this,
That hath thee hither brought to taste mine yre?
4 Or thine the fault, or mine the error is,
In stead of foe to wound my friend amis?
6 He answered nought, but in a traunce still lay,
And on those guilefull dazed eyes of his
8 The cloud of death did sit. Which doen away,
He left him lying so, ne would no lenger stay.
1 And said, "Why Archimago, luckless sire,
sire > {Aged or elderly man; father; the original form of "sir"}
2 What do I see? What hard mishap is this, 3 That has you hither brought to taste my ire? 4 Or yours the fault, or mine the error is,
Or > Either
5 Instead of foe to wound my friend amiss?" 6 He answered naught, but in a trance still lay,
still > motionless; yet
7 And on those guileful dazed eyes of his 8 The cloud of death did sit. Which done away,
Which done away > [When the swoon had passed]