Nor him who bears upon his foeman's shield
The image of the hateful venomed beast;
But she without shall blame him as he tries
To take her in, when she beneath our walls
Gets sorely bruised and battered.[[105]] And herein,
If the Gods will, I prophet true shall prove.
Strophe III
Chor. Thy words thrill through my breast;
My hair stands all on end,
To hear the boastings great