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XXXVI.
"My God will witness!" quoth he, "and make know
My Master." "Oh, thy Master!" brake in she,
"I have a herb of Nile, and, when cups flow,
Crowned at the banquet, there shall some night be
A strange new savour in his wine:—and, then
Sleep on his eyes, and ceasing from 'midst men."

XXXVII.
Backward thereat he drew, as when a snake
From coralled jaws bares sudden fatal fangs;
But she, distempered, from her belt did take
A knife: and, while with one fond hand she hangs
Hot on his neck, the other the blade kept
So pressed to the skin the scarlet blood outleapt.

XXXVIII.
And with wild eyes she spake: "My soul hath clung
Too close to thine, Unkind! to cling in vain;