That devils shrink from? Hast thou seen thyself?
(Seizing Mousta and holding his head over the pool.)
Look in the fountain—bend thy cursed head!
Look at it—dog-face! (Mousta struggles.) Shrink not back appalled—
It will not harm thee, coward—look at it!
What do we do with such a thing as that
When it dares claim a common right with Man?
We crush it underfoot—we stamp it down,
Lest other reptiles take their cue from it,
And say, “If he is human, so are we!” (Flinging him on ground.)