I know not, but he pass’d to the wild land.
The second was your foe, the sparrow-hawk,
My curse, my nephew—I will not let his name 445
Slip from my lips if I can help it—he,
When I that knew him fierce and turbulent
Refused her to him, then his pride awoke
And since the proud man often is the mean,
He sow’d a slander in the common ear 450
Affirming that his father left him gold,
And in my charge, which was not render’d to him;