" `Of this you may behold the proof in me, And all these other dames who with me dwell;
Nor me, nor them the orc offends, so we Depart not ever from this caverned cell.
But vainly who would from her prison flee, Hopes peace or pardon from our tyrant fell:
Buried alive, or bound with griding band, Of, in the sun, stript naked on the sand.