Excited, rushes in,
And, in a voice that drowneth
E'en Flatuleius' din,
Exclaimeth to the Prætor,
"My Lord, a party here
Says, as how them blessèd jury
Is a drinkin' pots o' beer."
"Ho! call the recreant lictor!"
The angry Prætor cried.
"'Twas his to guard the doorway