Woe, and still worse woe, bawling in the household!And truly, if so many wounds had chanced onMy husband here, as homeward used to dribbleReport, he’s pierced more than a net to speak of!While, were he dying (as the words abounded)A triple-bodied Geruon the Second,Plenty above — for loads below I count not —Of earth a three-share cloak he’d boast of taking,