Who now had thrown restraint and form aside,
And for his bribe in plainer speech applied:
‘Long have I waited, and the last supply
Was but a pittance, yet how patient I!
But give me now what thy first terrors gave,
My speech shall praise thee, and my silence save.’
“Osmyn had found, in many a dreadful day,
The tyrant fiercer when he seem’d in play:
He begg’d forbearance: ‘I have not to give;
Spare me awhile, although ’tis pain to live: