They saw, like gods, no law above their heads.
But when they fell--then for this cause they fell,
This last mean cobweb of the fairy tales
Of good and ill: that they must stand and fight
When a man bade, though they had chose to stand
And fight not. I am stronger than the world.

[_Folds his arms._]

REDFEATHER [_lifts his hand_].

If in your body be the blood of man,

[_Strikes him._]

Now let it rush to the face--
God! Have you sunk
Lower than anger?

LORD ORM.

How I triumph now.

REDFEATHER [_stamps wildly]_.

Damned, whimpering dog! vile, snivelling, sick poltroon!
Are you alive?

LORD ORM.