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Rh The next, who is so slender in the flanks,

Was Michael Scott, who of a verity

Of magical illusions knew the game.

Behold Guido Bonatti, behold Asdente,

Who now unto his leather and his thread

Would fain have stuck, but he too late repents.

Behold the wretched ones, who left the needle,

The spool and rock, and made them fortune-tellers;

They wrought their magic spells with herb and image.

But come now, for already holds the confines

Of both the hemispheres, and under Seville

Touches the ocean-wave, Cain and the thorns,

And yesternight the moon was round already;

Thou shouldst remember well it did not harm thee

From time to time within the forest deep."

Thus spake he to me, and we walked the while.