—Death! death! Why, earth should be a paradise
To make that name so fearful! Had he died,
With his young fame about him for a shroud,
I had not learn’d the might of agony
To bring proud natures low! No! he fell off——
Why do I tell thee this? What right hast thou
To learn how pass’d the glory from my house?
Yet listen. He forsook me! He that was
As mine own soul forsook me!—trampled o’er
The ashes of his sires!—ay, leagued himself