Frogs. Now for a glorious croaking crash,
(still louder)
Brekeke-kesh, koash, koash!
Bacchus (splashing with his oar).
I’ll disperse you with a splash.
Frogs. Brekeke-kesh, koash, koash!
Bacchus. I’ll subdue
Your rebellious, noisy crew—
Have among you there, slap-dash!
(Strikes at them.)