And let her some straunge kinde of torments haue.
What strompet stues, think’st, for thou seemest braue,[291]
Or for thy tears, or sighes, to scape my sight?
My selfe will rather vanquishe thee by fight.
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“Thou rather should’st my vitall breath depriue
Then euer scape, if none were here but wee,
But now I will not file my handes to striue,
Or else to touch so vile a drabe as shee.
Come on at once, and bring her after me,