Repugnant in my person as my mind,
I sought,—was ever heard of such revenge?
—To lure and bind her to so cursed a couch,
Such co-embrace with sulphur, snake and toad,
That she was fain to rush forth, call the stones
O' the common street to save her, not from hate
Of mine merely, but ... must I burn my lips
With the blister of the lie?... the satyr-love
Of who but my own brother, the young priest,
Too long enforced to lenten fare belike,