While in her breast the ominous anger seethes
That nerved, in holy scripture, Jael’s arm
To drive the nail through Sisera’s head! She save
The accursed German! Oh, away! Such point
Forbearance reaches not.
What! While it glitters
There in the corner, the brass-pommeled sword,
Wherewith the murderer struck--and fell desire,
Fierce impulse bids it from the scabbard leap--
Shall she, in deference to vague prejudice,