Esther, his spouse, and Mordecai the true,
Of whose just word just action still was mate.
And, as this image from my mind withdrew,
Of itself breaking, as a bubble does,
Failing the water under which it grew,
A damsel[[111]] weeping on my vision rose,
Moaning aloud and crying: “Why, O queen!
Hast thou through anger wished thyself undone?
Not to lose thy Lavinia, thou hast ta’en
Thy life and lost me! Mother, I am one