Which ne'er shook hands, nor bid farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.—ii, 16-23.
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell.—ii, 39-41.
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit.—ii, 54-57.