"Madam," quoth he with a most dolorous mien, "so I value my life, I must needs do my lord's bidding. He has bidden me take your daughter and…" He said no more, but [Griselda] by what she heard, and read in his face, and remembered of her husband's words, understood that he was bidden to put the child to death.
Giovanni Boccaccio. The Decameron, volume 2
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before retiring to dream, Griselda-like, in his tower, loiters upon the beach, a strange Andromeda whom no Argonaut will come to free, a sterile Medusa that must perish upon the sand, or else he stands idly,