Another passage of deliberate poetic elaboration is the monologue of Claius on once again treading his native soil: I see the smoake steame from the Cottage tops, The fearfull huswife rakes the embers up, All hush to bed.

You are an idle huswife, goe and spin At poore Ixions wheele!

Come, come, you're a slanderful huswife, and I squorn your harlotry tricks, that I do, so I do.