Some of the strawberies, wherof you haue store:
The last delighted me so as nothing more.”
70.
“Would, what so you[1450] wish, I mought as wel commaund,
My lord,” quoth he, “as those:” and out of hand
His seruaunt sendth to Ely place for them:
Out goeth from vs the restlesse deuil againe:
Belike (I thinke) scarse yet perswaded ful,
To worke the mischiefe that did mad his[1451] scul:
At last determind of his bloudy thought