The more whole woman else, mere shrinking woman,
The more man bruises just that womanhood.
Gyges.
Oh horror!
Rhod.
Comes the shudder? Hear me out.
Stood you not now before me judged and doomed,
Guarded by shining swords before the door,
And, if you will or not, sure sacrifice
To Them of Underneath whom I’ve conjured,