His Majesty then grew quite black in the face;
“I’ll go and, by hell, kick them out of the place:
Their stench I detest, I cannot bear them near,
And I’ll soon let them know that they mustn’t stay here;
’Tis too much e’en for us, with our devilish natures,
To bear with such fallen, such cowardly, creatures.”
So saying, and wearing a terrible frown,
He seized a huge trident and hurried up town;
Then quickly I heard mingled whining and shrieking,
And, in thunder and wrath, old Beelzebub speaking: