X.

	"She whose dear will is law, whose angel breast
	"Can know no change, your true and wedded wife,
	"Hath issued to her servant such behest.
	"Come, then!"—A stab from an assassin's knife
	Would have been light to this: in stormy strife
	Conflicting feelings such a whirlwind rais'd
	In Florio's brain, that had not youth and life
	Been strong within him, gasping and amaz'd
	He would have dropp'd down dead, ev'n as he stood and gaz'd.