06. No bounds the band of ruffians withold, who any countermeasures surely thrash. One comes with passion bestial and bold, another with a tyrant's presence brash. And so come he who conflict instigates, a sleuth employ'd in search for witless tracks, and lo! upon their heels appear their mates-- anon arrives the fiend who constance lacks. Append, whose sin exceeds a den of snakes,' a villain stricken by a fatal curse. This last the company entire makes. O ye Piraka, yours I deem this verse! While 'round they prowl, thine efforts are as naught. Yet thou might strive, wherefore? thy doom is wrought.