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And now this lustful lord leap'd from his bed, (170)

Throwing his mantle rudely o'er his arm; (171)

Is madly toss'd between desire and dread; (172)

Th' one sweetly flatters, th' other feareth harm; (173)

But honest fear, bewitch'd with lust's foul charm,
Doth too too oft betake him to retire, (175)

Beaten away by brain-sick rude desire.

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