“I, wretched wight, that weep and wailë thus, Was whilom wife to king Capaneus, That starf 296 at Thebes, cursed be that day: And allë we that be in this array, And maken all this lamentatioún, We losten all our husbands at that town, While that the siegë thereabouten lay. And yet the oldë Creon, well-away! That lord is now of Thebes the city, Fulfilled of ire and of iniquity, He for despite, and for his tyranny, To do the deadë bodies villainy, 297 Of all our lordës, which that been y-slaw, 298 Hath all the bodies on an heap y-draw, And will not suffer them by none assent Neither to be y-buried, nor y-brent, 299 But maketh houndës eat them in despite.” And with that word, withoutë more respite They fallen groff,