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 1    37|     she, his lady wife, yclept Drusilla.~ ~ LIII~"No less for her
 2    37|        dear;~And while to cure Drusilla they essayed,~Busied about
 3    37|       And left, withal, obeyed Drusilla, who~That beldam called
 4    37|        she purveyed,~Wherewith Drusilla sheathed that deadly bane;~
 5    37|       did pour~The wine, as by Drusilla had been taught,~She drank
 6    37|       and gay,~Opened his arms Drusilla to embrace.~Then altered
 7    37|     any serpent, worse~Offends Drusilla's cold and lifeless corse.~ ~
 8    37|   cavalcade,~Know her for fair Drusilla's chamber maid.~ ~ LXXXIX~
 9    37|        band shall wend,~To see Drusilla venged; in vain denies~That
10    37| Marphisa had made fast,~And to Drusilla's maid the wretch consigned,~
11    37|  filthy place,~Wherein it lay, Drusilla's corse is borne;~Her with
12    37|      the town supplies, adorn.~Drusilla's ancient woman, in this