Indignant now, he darts malicious Eyes,
While each Dependant from the Kitchen flies;
Leaves Smart to combat with his furious Ire,
Who heeds him not, but strives to clear the Fire;
Blowing and stirring still, no Pains he spares,
And mute remains, while Major Domo swears;
Who bellows loud Anathemas on Smart,
And the last Curse he gives is D—n your Heart;
His trembling Lips are pale, his Eyeballs roll;
Till, spent with Rage, he quits him with a Growl.