X + 

He ventures in: let no buzz’d whisper tell: + 

All eyes be muffled, or a hundred swords + 

Will storm his heart. Love’s fev’rous citadel: + 

For him, those chambers held barbarian hordes, + 

Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, + 

Whose very dogs would execrations howl + 

Against his lineage: not one breast affords + 

Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, + 

Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul. + 