This said, he shakes aloft his Roman blade, (506)
Which, like a falcon towering in the skies, (507)
Coucheth the fowl below with his wings' shade, (508)
Whose crooked beak threats if he mount he dies: (509)
So under his insulting falchion lies
Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells (511)
With trembling fear, as fowl hear falcon's bells.