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Home is he brought, and laid in sumptuous bed: Where many skilfull leaches him abide, To salve his hurts, that yet still freshly bled. In wine and oyle they wash his woundes wide, And softly can embalme on every side. And all the while, most heavenly melody About the bed sweet musicke did divide, Him to beguile of griefe and agony: And all the while Duessa wept full bitterly.