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Of course it was! The sly old dog, to think of how he tricked us!—

Don't (to ) ramp and fume!

We're apt to do so when the facts convict us!

—Then after this tomfoolery, the heroine, feeling calmer,

Would utter some twelve wild-bull words, on mid-way in the drama,

Long ones, with crests and beetling brows, and gorgons round the border,

That no man ever heard on earth.

The red plague !

Order, order!

Intelligible—not one line!

Please! Won't your teeth stop gnashing?

All fosses and Scamander-beds, and bloody targes flashing,

With gryphon-eagles bronze-embossed, and crags, and riders reeling,

Which somehow never quite joined on.

By Zeus, sir, quite my feeling!