But by my valour I from them soon ’scap’d:
I sounded at the gates of a divine,
And out came a giant of no good design;
He gave me a blow, which almost struck me dead,
But I up with my sword, and did cut off his head.
Alexander. Hold, Stacker, hold, pray do not be so hot,
For on this spot thou knowest not who thou’s got;
’Tis I that’s to hash thee and smash thee as small as flies,
And lend thee to Satan to make minch pies:
Minch pies hot, minch pies cold—