Thou would'st embroil me with my Juvenal!
What wilt not dare? A tongue so treacherous
Might sour the love of Pylades to gall,
Or sever Theseus from Pirithous,
Pollux from Castor, rob Amphinomus
Or Agamemnon of a brother's heart;
No fouler thing can be, — I curse thee thus,
Mayst thou continue even what thou art!