Shall pay the heavy forfeit, he shall roll,
And snare my master—woe’s me, even my master,
For slavery’s yoke my neck must learn to own.
Ah! little weens the leader of the ships,
Troy’s leveller, how a hateful bitch’s tongue,
With long-drawn phrase, and broad-sown smile, doth weave
His secret ruin. This a woman dares;
The female mars the male. Where shall I find
A name to name such monster? dragon dire,
Rock-lurking Scylla, the vexed seaman’s harm,