Enticed to the trap: he practised thus with me

That so, whatever were his gain thereby,

Others than I might become prey and spoil.

Had it been only between our two selves,—

His pleasure and my pain,—why, pleasure him

By dying, nor such need to make a coil!

But this was worth an effort, that my pain

Should not become a snare, prove pain threefold

To other people—strangers—or unborn—

How should I know? I sought release from that—