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30 At close of eve he leaves his home, And wends to find the ruin'd dome
 * All on the gloomy plain.

As there he bides, it so befell, The wind came rustling down a dell,
 * A shaking seiz'd the wall:

Up spring the tapers as before, The faeries bragly foot the floor,
 * And musick fills the hall.

But certes sorely sunk with woe Sir Topaz sees the elfin show,
 * His spirits in him die:

When Oberon cries, 'A man is near, A mortall passion, cleeped fear,
 * Hangs flagging in the sky.'

With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth! In accents faultering ay for ruth
 * Intreats them pity graunt;

For als he been a mister wight Betray'd by wandering in the night
 * To tread the circled haunt.

'Ah losell vile!' at once they roar, 'And little skill'd of faerie lore,
 * Thy cause to come we know:

Now has thy kestrell courage fell; And faeries, since a lie you tell,
 * Are free to work thee woe.'