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Amongst the rest a small unsightly root,But of divine effect, he cull'd me out;The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,But in another Countrey, as he said,Bore a bright golden flowre, but not in this soyl:Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swaynTreads on it daily with his clouted shoon,And yet more med'cinal is it then that MolyThat Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave;He call'd it Hæmony, and gave it me,And bad me keep it as of sovran use'Gainst all inchantments, mildew blast, or dampOr gastly furies apparition;I purs't it up, but little reck'ning made,Till now that this extremity compell'd,But now I find it true; for by this meansI knew the foul inchanter though disguis'd,Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells,And yet came off: if you have this about you(As I will give you when we go) you mayBoldly assault the necromancers hall;Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood,And brandish't blade rush on him, break his glass,And shed the lushious liquor on the ground,
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