Chapter 40

Thus while he spoke, already she began, With sparkling eyes, to view the guilty man; From head to foot survey’d his person o’er, Nor longer these outrageous threats forebore: “False as thou art, and, more than false, forsworn! Not sprung from noble blood, nor goddess-born, But hewn from harden’d entrails of a rock! And rough Hyrcanian tigers gave thee suck! Why should I fawn? what have I worse to fear? Did he once look, or lent a list’ning ear, Sigh’d when…