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In haste Duessa from her place arose, And to him running said, O prowest knight, That ever Ladie to her love did chose, Let now abate the terror of your might, And quench the flame of furious despight, And bloudie vengeance; lo th' infernall powres, Covering your foe with cloud of deadly night, Have borne him hence to Plutoes balefull bowres. The conquest yours, I yours, the shield, the glory yours.
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