To cause him pangs unbearable as mine,
On that dark night when, deluged with the rain,
I called on death to terminate my pain,
My hut from o'er my head was torn, and I
Was left in dreadful agony to die
By his commands: then am I much to blame,
When greatest heroes boast of such-like shame?'
"No, woman, I can blame thine act no more;
Thy tale, methinks, I've somewhere heard before.
The guilt's more mine—thy life I'll therefore save,