Curs'd the fair maid, and shook his angry head [perceives the boots and label..]
"Who dares this pair of boots displace,
Must meet Bombastes face to face."
Ha! dost thou dare me, vile obnoxious elf?
I'll make thy threats as bootless as thyself:
Where'er thou art, with speed prepare to go
Where I shall send thee—to the shades below [knocks down the boots.]
Bombas. [coming forward.] So have I heard on Afric's burning shore,
A hungry lion give a grievous roar;
The grievous roar echo'd along the shore.