Bacchus.Nay then, old rebel,
I’ll stop your treble
With a poke! poke! poke!
[Dashing at the Frogs.
Take this from my rudder, and that from my oar,
And now let us see if you’ll trouble us more
With your croak! croak! croak!
Leader.You may batter and bore,
You may thunder and roar,
Yet I’ll never give o’er