And drop the liquor of it in her eyes.
[179] The next thing then she waking looks upon,
180 Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
[181] On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,
She shall pursue it with the soul of love:
[183] And ere I take this charm from off her sight,
As I can take it with another herb,
185 I’ll make her render up her page to me.
But who comes here? I am invisible;
And I will overhear their conference.