Frantic with joy to think her Honour without stain!
IX.
And told young Isabel the debt she owed
To Nial’s care, which soothed the old man much,
And tears for his relief abundant flowed,
Though thought of Isidora made him clutch
His sword again. Oh villains, it might touch
Your stony hearts, e’en your’s that did this wrong,
To see its dire effect. Methinks, not such