With stores of purple fine and rich brocade,
Are hurled into the blazing fire, to feast
Its fierce luxurious flames, with grand parade;
Spoils these, which might have served the Roman bands
To fill their bosoms, and enrich their hands.
[Here enter certain people laden with robes, who go in by one door, and out by the other.
Turn thee to see a sight of misery!
See, how our swarming folk of every name
With quickened steps and eager faces fly
To feed the fury of the maddened flame!