Wherewith the god stung, like a startled bird
Arose in air, and she fell back in swoon;
‘But ere he parted,’ said she, ‘he confer’d
On thee the irrecoverable boon
By prying lost to me: Go tell, he said,
Thy sister that I love her in thy stead,
And bid her by her love haste hither soon.’
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Which when that heart of malice heard, it took
The jealous fancy of her silly lust: