She fired her water in their faces!
But to return to our great battle;
Now rant! rave! roar! and rend! and rattle![116]
Like earth-born giants when they strove,
To pull the ears of thundering Jove!
Pelt the vile foe with weapons missile;
Make vials round their sconces whistle;
Shower on them a tremendous torrent,
Of gallipots and bottles horrent.
Make at ’em now like mad Mendozas;