This said, from her be-tumbled couch she starteth, (1038)
To find some desperate instrument of death: (1039)
But this no slaughterhouse no tool imparteth (1040)
To make more vent for passage of her breath; (1041)
Which, thronging through her lips, so vanisheth
As smoke from AEtna, that in air consumes, (1043)
Or that which from discharged cannon fumes.