Our reverend Father Garasse, our reverend Father Patouillet, and our reverend Father Nonnotte are nothing superior to these profound Englishmen. We have a long time wrestled with our neighbors for the superiority—To which is it due?
THE DRUIDS.
The Scene is in Tartarus. The Furies Entwined with Serpents, and Whips in Their Hands.
Come along, Barbaquincorix, Celtic druid, and thou, detestable Grecian hierophant, Calchas, the moment of your just punishment has returned again; the hour of vengeance has arrived—the bell has sounded!
THE DRUID AND CALCHAS.
Oh, heavens! my head, my sides, my eyes, my ears! pardon, ladies, pardon!
CALCHAS.
Mercy! two vipers are penetrating my eye-balls!
DRUID.