96 
THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
THE BABE 
 
Nay !  I am come to the hour appointed.  
Anoint me, sirs, and call me ’ Anointed ’ ! 
 
GOVINDA 
 
Rather be Baa-Baa called, for thy jerkin  
Is a fleece like his friends wrap an holy Turk in,  
When he twirls on his toes  
Regarding his nose  
Or his paunch that would hold a firkin ! 
 
THE HAG 
 
The little beast is double-jointed.  
Dance a spring, thou springal strutting  
Like a stag in the glades at the season of rutting ! 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
Dance, o thou imp 
Of the bottle of brass 
With the hag and the pimp 
And the ox and the ass !