That stabb’d me in the field by Tewksbury:
Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!”
With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
Environ’d me about, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that with the very noise
I trembling waked, and for a season after
Could not believe but that I was in hell,
Such terrible impression made the dream.
THE BLACKSMITH OF LIMERICK
By Robert Dwyer Joyce