The life of the unfit: yet ere I drop
On Nature's rubbish heap, I weigh it all,
And give you all a toast--

[_Reels to his feet and stands._]

The health of God!

[_They all recoil from him._]

Let's give the Devil of the Heavens His due!
He that made grass so green, and wine so red,
Is not so black as you have painted him.

[_Drinks._]

PRIEST.

Blaspheming profligate!

REDFEATHER [_hurls the flagon among them._]

Howl! ye dumb dogs,
I named your King--let me have one great shout,
Flutter the seraphim like startled birds;
Make God recall the good days of His youth
Ere saints had saddened Him: when He came back
Conqueror of Chaos in a six days' war,
With all the sons of God shouting for joy ...