"The cup returned -- Tanacro， blithe and gay， Opened his arms Drusilla to embrace.
Then altered was her sweet and winning way， And to a tempest that long calm gave place.
She thrust him back， she motioned him away；
She seemed to kindle in her eyes and face；
And to the youth， with broken voice and dread， -- `Traitor， stand off，' -- the furious lady said；-- 第一章LXXI
" `Shalt thou then joy and solace have from me， I tears from thee， and punishment and woe？
Now these mine hands shall make an end of thee.
This， if thou know'st it not， for poison know.
Much grieve I that thou should'st too honoured be By the executioner who deals the blow；
Should'st die a death too easy： since I wot， For thee too shameful hand or pain is not.