XLIX.

First she was silly and knew not what he ment. That vertue, by his touches, chaft and spent, Succeeds an itchie warmth, that melts her quite; She knew not first, nowe cares not what he doth, And willing halfe and more, more then halfe <loth>, 485 She neither puls nor pushes, but outright Now cries, and now repents; when _Tethlemite_ Her brother, entred, and a great stone threw After the Ape, who, thus prevented, flew. This house thus batter'd downe, the Soule possest a new. 490