I stand like an image of brass, I, Vashti, in sight of such…

I stand like an image of brass, I, Vashti, in sight of such men! No, sooner, a thousand times sooner, the mouth of the lioness’ den, When she’s fiercest with hunger and love for the hungry young lions that tear Her breasts with sharp, innocent teeth, I would enter, aye, sooner than there!