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‘For thou hast ever mockt me, and beguiled
In amours strange my God, thy valiant sire:
And having smirch’d our fame while yet a child
Wilt further foul it now with earthly fire.
But I—do as thou may—have vow’d to kill
Thy fancied girl, whether thou love her still,
Or of her silly charms already tire.
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‘Tell me but where she hides.’ And Eros now,