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CANTO I.] And, tho' a grandee of the house, Claw'd him with fundamental blows; Tied him stark naked to a bed-post. And firk'd his hide, as if sh' had rid post: And after in the sessions' court, Where whipping's judg'd, had honour for't? This swear you will perform, and then I'll set you from th' enchanted den, And the magician's circle, clear. Quoth he, I do profess and swear, And will perform what you enjoin. Or may I never see you mine. Amen, quoth she, then turn'd about, And bid her squire let him out. But ere an artist could be found T' undo the charms another bound. The sun grew low, and left the skies, Put down, some write, by ladies' eyes. The moon pull'd off her veil of light, That hides her face by day from sight. Mysterious veil, of brightness made, That's both her lustre and her shade, And in the lanthorn of the night, With shining horns, hung out her light: For darkness is the proper sphere Where all false glories use t' appear.