Discomfited, he sent a piteous cry * * *
(Which all the host interpreted for joy.)
And roar’d aloud—“Ye gods of hell, be damn’d”
(The more he cried less did they understand.)
Upon his ears their hideous chorus dwelt;
And as the direful strain of discords swell’d
He roll’d himself upon the heated earth,
(They misconstrued it into signs of mirth;)
Then bit his flesh, and pluck’d his bearded chin;
Besought the gods to disembowel him!