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902Like milk and blood being mingled both together,
903A second fear through all her sinews spread,
904Which madly hurries her she knows not whither.
905 This way she runs, and now she will no further,
906 But back retires to rate the boar for murder.
908She treads the path that she untreads again.
909Her more than haste is mated with delays,
910Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,
911 Full of respects, yet naught at all respecting,
912 In hand with all things, naught at all effecting.
914And asks the weary caitiff for his master.
915And there another licking of his wound
916'Gainst venomed sores, the only sovereign plaster;
917 And here she meets another, sadly scowling,
918 To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling.
920Another flap-mouthed mourner, black and grim,
921Against the welkin volleys out his voice.
922Another and another answer him,
923 Clapping their proud tails to the ground below,
924 Shaking their scratched-ears, bleeding as they go.
926At apparitions, signs, and prodigies,
927Whereon with fearful eyes, they long have gazed,
928Infusing them with dreadful prophecies;
929 So she at these sad signs draws up her breath
930 And, sighing it again, exclaims on death.