[Enter The Leech And The Rat.]

LEECH: I will suck Blood or muck! The disease of the state is a plethory, Who so fit to reduce it as I?

RAT: I’ll slily seize and Let blood from her weasand,— Creeping through crevice, and chink, and cranny, With my snaky tail, and my sides so scranny.

PURGANAX: Aroint ye! thou unprofitable worm! [TO THE LEECH.] And thou, dull beetle, get thee back to hell! [TO THE GADFLY.] To sting the ghosts of Babylonian kings, And the ox-headed Io—

SWINE (WITHIN): Ugh, ugh, ugh! Hail! Iona the divine, We will be no longer Swine, But Bulls with horns and dewlaps.

RAT: For, You know, my lord, the Minotaur—

PURGANAX (FIERCELY): Be silent! get to hell! or I will call The cat out of the kitchen. Well, Lord Mammon, This is a pretty business.