"Lo! thy house is even builded!"
But the warrior bade them cast
In deep dungeon him who trifled
With his will—there bind him fast,
While he planned the subtlest torment
For the traitor's aged frame,
While he doomed, with keenest vengeance,
Him to torture, death and shame!
But, as in his rage he pondered,
Sleep o'ertook him, held him chained,