To freedom for thee. Merow stays with me
Waiting until their vigilance be dulled,
And rusted by slow time; till idleness
Become a hunger after wanton sports;
Till I have lured them into vain delights
Of banqueting, and music, and the chase
After such game, or fierce or amorous,
As their lust shows them, perilously keen.
But, meanwhile, I shall send to Fredegonde
Two counsellors of subtile wit, to weave