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With that, he caught her rudely by the faire
And bounteous treasure of her Nymph-like hayre;
And, by it, dragd her on the dusty floore:
He stopt her mouth, for feare she should implore
An aid from heauen, she swounding in the place,
His salvage hands besmear'd her liuelesse face
With horrid poyson, thinking she was dead,
He left her breathlesse, and away he fled.
And bounteous treasure of her Nymph-like hayre;
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He stopt her mouth, for feare she should implore
An aid from heauen, she swounding in the place,
His salvage hands besmear'd her liuelesse face
With horrid poyson, thinking she was dead,
He left her breathlesse, and away he fled.
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