"Though I have courtesy for others, none"
(She said) "from me, Marphisa, shalt thou find.
Since evermore I hear of thee, as one To pride and every churlishness inclined."
Marphisa, at these words, was heard to groan, As roars in some sea-rock the prisoned wind.
She screamed an answer; but its sense was drowned (Such rage confused that damsel) in the sound.
