That did devise such foul detested wrong
Against the lord, to whom beneath her zone
She bore a burden, once so valued, now
A weight that damns her; what was she?—a viper
Or a torpedo—that with biteless touch
Strikes numb who handles.[n69] Harsh the smoothest phrase
To name the bold unrighteous will she used.
And for this fowler’s net—this snare—this trap—
This cloth to wrap the dead[n70]—this veil to curtain
A bloody bath—teach me a name for it!