Maiden she with a nose not wholly faultless,
Bankrupt Formian, your declar'd devotion.
5 Wherefore look to the maiden, her relations:
Call her family, summon all the doctors.
Your poor maiden is oddly touch'd; a mirror
Sure would lend her a soberer reflexion.
XLII.
1.
Come all hendecasyllables whatever,
Wheresoever ye house you, all whatever.
I the game of an impudent adultress?
She refuse to return to me the tablets
5 Where you syllable? O ye can't be silent.
Up, have after her, ask renunciation.
Would ye know her? a woman, you shall eye her
Strutting loftily, whiles she laughs a loud laugh
Vast and vulgar, a Gaulish hound beseeming.
10 Form your circle about her, ask her, urge her.
'Hark, adulteress, hand the note-book over.
Hark, the note-book, adultress, hand it over.'