Thence, lightened thus, their way they thither bend, Where that despiteous, shameful, lordship lies;
Resolved the beldam in their band shall wend, To see Drusilla venged; in vain denies That woman, who misdoubts the adventure's end, And grieves, and shrieks, and weeps in piteous wise:
For flinging her upon Frontino's croup, Rogero bears her off amid the troop.
