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Now thinks he that her husband's shallow tongue,-- (79)

The niggard prodigal that praised her so,-- (80)

In that high task hath done her beauty wrong, (81)

Which far exceeds his barren skill to show: (82)

Therefore that praise which Collatine doth owe
Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise, (84)

In silent wonder of still-gazing eyes.

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