My premiere deduction was, he deceived with each
Word, that cold-hearted viper, with poisonous zeal
Looking sidelong to observe the mechanics of his deed
On my life, and lips that slander scarce fit to conceal
A forked tongue behind fangs no less infamous or real
Than the impish minions which follow Mephistopheles.

What else might he be primed to strike with his cadre?
What, barring to ambush with his lies, or set upon any
Traveler who  may take notice to his presence that day
Upon the deserted road? I gathered what evil cackle
Would uproar, which staff  shall pen my last will,
For entertainment in the arenose, unclean witch's cave.