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(421)As the grim lion fawneth o'er his prey, (422)
Sharp hunger by the conquest satisfied, (423)
So o'er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay, (424)
His rage of lust by gazing qualified; (425)
Slack'd, not suppress'd; for standing by her side,
(426)
His eye, which late this mutiny restrains, (427)
Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins: