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Then forth I tooke Duessa for my Dame, And in the witch unweeting joyd long time, Ne ever wist but that she was the same,° Till on a day (that day is every Prime, When Witches wont do penance for their crime) I chaunst to see her in her proper hew,° Bathing her selfe in origane and thyme: A filthy foule old woman I did vew, That ever to have toucht her I did deadly rew.