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he Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake,And threatned unto him the dreaded name 380Of Hecate[*]: whereat he gan to quake,And lifting up his lumpish head, with blameHalfe angry asked him, for what he came.Hither (quoth he) me Archimago sent,He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame, 385He bids thee to him send for his intentA fit false dreame, that can delude the sleepers sent.[*]
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