So sit they there: and ’mong them is an oath
That none will leave till one be satisfied;
Whoe’er it be that in the end shall take
Thy fair wife, and thy house and goods and lands;
Which false and covetous oath, since all have shared,
Must be the death of all.
Ul.Now with thine aid
Shall they be scattered, were their cursed swarm
Thick as the rooks, which from his new-sown fields
The husbandman a moment stays to scare,