Enter first from the topmost rock Rosaura, as from horse-back, in man’s attire; and, after her, Fife.[12]
Rosaura. There, four-footed Fury, blast-
-engender’d brute, without the wit
Of brute, or mouth to match the bit
Of man—art satisfied at last?
Who, when thunder roll’d aloof,
Tow’rd the spheres of fire your ears
Pricking, and the granite kicking
Into lightning with your hoof,
Among the tempest-shatter’d crags