On this grave bench of judgment. Him returning
All prosperous from the wars, with fairest welcome
She hailed her lord, and in the freshening bath
Bestowed him; there, ev’n while he laved, she came
Spreading death’s mantle out, and, in a web
Of curious craft entangled, stabbed him. Such
Was the sad fate of this most kingly man,
Of all revered, the fleet’s high admiral.
A tale it is to prick your heart with pity,
Even yours that seal the judgment.