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POTIPHAR'S WIFE
XXXVI. "My God will witness!" quoth he, "and make knowMy 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 keptSo 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;
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