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XXII

“Bring Hum to me! But stay⁠—here take my ring,

The pledge of favour, that he not suspect

Any foul play, or awkward murdering

Though I have bowstrung many of his sect;

Throw in a hint, that if he should neglect

One hour the next shall see him in my grasp,

And the next after that shall see him neck’d,

Or swallow’d by my hunger-starved asp,⁠—

And mention (’tis as well) the torture of the wasp.”