For good the law that bids re-pay.
I have slaves for every purpose—
Slaves who all my will obey.
Some to fit my varied vestments
Some to tire my flowing hair—
For one I keep another office,
But him my toils must yet ensnare!’
—‘He’s ta’en-be’s thine! So fully captur’d
That ne’er would he be ransom’d more!
Pull to the land—the land, ye vassals,