"And even that Anselmo waited, so Befell; since, angered by the first despite, Unsought of him, to him that nurse did go, To tell the whole; and nothing hid from sight.
How sank his heart beneath that cruel blow, 'Twere long to say; how prostrate lay his sprite.
So was the wretched judge with grief opprest, He of his wits well-nigh was dispossest;
