Fill’d with fury, rapt, inspir’d
Each fiend prophetic snatch’d a page;
And, as they oft had shewn apart,
Dark lessons of their forceful art,
Each borrow’d from the future hour,
Some victim of the tyrant’s power;
And mutually agreed to pry
Into their darling’s destiny.
First Clarence came, his taste to try,
(Near him a Malmsey butt they laid