The World’s Tragedy

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 !