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All cleane dismayd to see so uncouth sight, And half enraged at her shamelesse guise, He thought have slaine her in his fierce despight: But hasty heat tempring with suffrance wise, He stayde his hand, and gan himselfe advise To prove his sense,° and tempt her faigned truth. Wringing her hands in womans pitteous wise, Tho can she weepe,° to stirre up gentle ruth, Both for her noble bloud, and for her tender youth.