For in my death, though long delay'd,
Unwisely cruel thou appear'st.
Insult o'er captives with disdain,
Thou canst not triumph o'er the slain.
No, I am now no longer thine,
Nor canst thou take delight to see
Him whom thy love did once confine,
10Set, though by Death, at liberty;
For if my fall a smile beget,
Thou gloriest in thy own defeat.