APP. Have I not here the sharp and warlike teeth,
That at one breakfast quail'd thrice-three hogs' faces?
TAC. And are not these Alcides' brawny arms,
That rent the lion's jaws, and kill'd the boar?
APP. And is not this the stomach that defeated
Nine yards of pudding and a rank[304] of pies?
TAC. Did not I crop the sevenfold hydra's crest,
And with a river cleans'd Augaea's stable?
APP. Did not I crush a sevenfold custard's crust,
And with my tongue swept a well-furnish'd table?
TAC. Did not these feet and hands o'ertake and slay
The nimble stag and fierce impetuous bull?
APP. Did not this throat at one good meal devour
That stag's sweet venison and that strong bull's beef?
TAC. Shall Hercules be thus disparaged?
Juno! you pouting quean, you louring trull,
Take heed I take you not; for by Jove's thunder
I'll be reveng'd.
[APPETITUS draws VISUS backward from TACTUS.
APP. Why, Visus, Visus, will you be kill'd? away, away.