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XXXII.

"I will, (he cry'd) so help me, God! destroy

"That Villain Archimage!—His Page then strait
He to him call'd, a fiery-footed Boy,
Benempt Dispatch. "My Steed be at the gate;
"My Bard attend; quick, bring the Net of Fate."
This Net was twisted by the Sisters Three;
Which when once cast o'er harden'd Wretch, too late
Repentance comes: Replevy cannot be
From the strong iron Grasp of vengeful Destiny.

XXXIII.

He came, the Bard, a little Druid-Wight,

Of wither'd Aspect; but his Eye was keen,
With Sweetness mix'd. In Russet brown bedight,
As is his Sister of the Copses green,
He crept along, unpromising of Mien.
Gross he who judges so. His Soul was fair,
Bright as the Children of yon Azure sheen,
True Comeliness, which nothing can impair,
Dwells in the Mind: all else is Vanity and Glare.

XXXIV.