And stealing thus their courteous consent,
I used by day to weave, but every night
Would silently creep down, and by the loom
Setting the torches, soon unravelling all,
Undid the work of the day. Thus for three years
I wove and prospered, and the web stood still:
But in the fourth, by blabbing of my maidens
Was all discovered, and since then I have known
Reproach, nor now can longer ’scape. My friends
And parents urge me, and my son himself,