Threatening famine if the harvest fail.
She saw her throne secure and ’stablished firm
As a sure heritage for her own son,
Contemptuous of Merow, whose light heart,
Unversed in intricate state subtilty,
Was pleasured most in roaming through the woods,
Or in an idle courtly dalliance
With lute-players and poets of his train;
Yet did she not intend that he should live
Longer than those ephemeral, fair things,