Trick and chicane,—and only when these fail
Does violence follow, and like fox you bite
Caught out in stealing. Also, the disgrace
You hardly shrunk at, wholly shrivelled her:
You plunged her thin white delicate hand i' the flame
Along with your coarse horny brutish fist,
Held them a second there, then drew out both
—Yours roughed a little, hers ruined through and through.
Your hurt would heal forthwith at ointment's touch—
Namely, succession to the inheritance