Alas! poor lady! I know her, Horatio.

Loaded, not armed, she crept along with
pain and humiliation, despairing of success,
ambitious to vanish into the ether…
Fired with indignation, distracted with despair,
Amid the barbarous ranters, she flew.

Author’s Note: There she was, an alleged witch brought to the Inquisition, for no other reason than being heretically angelic.