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LXII.

[Cel.]
Honour! what is it? 'tis a shadow's shade,
A thing of witchcraft, or an idle dream,
One of the mysteries which clerks have made,
Men without souls and women for to fleme.
Knights, who oft know the loud din of the beme,

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Should be forgarde to such enfeebling ways,
Make every action, like their souls, be breme,
And for their chivalry alone have praise.
Oh thou, whate'er thy name,
Or Zabulus or Queed,
Come, steel my sable sprite
For strange and doleful deed!
[Exit.