Deprived of speech, thou shalt thy crimes atone.”
No sooner said than done, the giant took
A diamond pin, steel thread; and now with glee
Together fast he sew’d the lips of Lok:
Ye gods! in truth, ’twas droll to see.
“Hold! hold! I faint—I die,” said Lok
With frightful howl—“one word—I feel such pain—
For mercy’s sake—I cannot breathe—I choke—”
“Breathe with thy nostrils! thou hast twain;”—
Answer’d the giant: and with double seam