'So let thy thoughts, low vassals to thy state'-- (667)
'No more,' quoth he; 'by heaven, I will not hear thee: (668)
Yield to my love; if not, enforced hate, (669)
Instead of love's coy touch, shall rudely tear thee; (670)
That done, despitefully I mean to bear thee
Unto the base bed of some rascal groom, (672)
To be thy partner in this shameful doom.