Who dost thou think thou art?
I know what thou art.
The snake that seeks the affections of my lover.
Ye shall writhe and coil in my clinched fists!
Do thou know not who I am?
I am his maiden, his wife,
The one who dotes upon him,
Who suckles his beloved son!
Thou shall not dethrone me,
For I am not like the wives,
Whose husbands you cheat from them.
For I lavish my husband with affection,
And adorn him with praises.
No, I am not the careless wife,
Who knows not her husband.
For I please him well and often,
So that wenches like thine-self stand no chance.
Dost thou honestly think I shall allow thine treachery?
Slither along wench.
Thou shall not ensnare my love.