So, when the Provost witnessed Hale
To softer hands convey
His parting love, and heard him ask
To hear the chaplain pray,
He jumped like mad, he danced about,
Did dance, and roar, and swear—
The furies in his furnace eyes,
And in his rampant hair.
"Dog of a thief! ere you shall have
Priest, book, or passing-bell,