Partook, till in his den its wolfish bay
The thronging city howled—they stoned him where he lay!
III.
“And mangled, bruised, and torn, from imminent verge
Of death the Guard released him;—Carlos weak
The crown resigned—grey hairs the victim urge,
And, feebler still, Fernando strove to wreak
His feuds upon a throne, where basely meek
Full soon as fawning spaniel he doth woo