No sparring, nor no caging. Well, what next?

Phil. A hunch-back'd man, long-nosed, there is, my lord,

Who in a curtained tabernacle dwells,

Himself, his wife, his child, a helpless babe,

His dog, of rare sagacity, though small,

Is full as large as all the family.

The man a cudgel bears, and carries it

As though he lov'd it. Spurning household cares,

To pity dead, he through the window flings

His wailing, helpless babe, nor spares the pæan