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164 Which makes him have so strong a breath, Each night he stinks a queen to death; Yet I shall rather lie in's arms Than your's, on any other terms. Quoth he, What nature can afford I shall produce, upon my word; And if she ever gave that boon To man, I'll prove that I have one; I mean, by postulate illation, When you shall offer just occasion; But since ye've yet denied to give My heart, your pris'ner, a reprieve, But make it sink down to my heel, Let that at least your pity feel; And for the sufferings of your martyr, Give its poor entertainer quarter; And by discharge, or mainprise, grant Deliv'ry from this base restraint. Quoth she, I grieve to see your leg 8tuck in a hole here like a peg, And if I knew which way to do't, Tour honour safe. I'd let you out. That dames by jail-delivery Of errant knights have been set free, When by enchantment they have been. And sometimes for it too, laid in, Is that which knights are bound to do By order, oaths, and honour too;