With a croak, croak, croak.

_Chorus (crescendo.)_ Croak, croak, croak.

BACCHUS (_mimicking._) Croak, croak, vapour and smoke,
Never think it, old Huff,
That I care for such stuff,
As your croak, croak, croak.

_Chorus (fortissimo.)_ Croak, croak, croak.

BACCHUS. Now fires light on thee,
And waters soak;
And March winds catch thee
Without any cloak.
For within and without,
From the tail to the snout,
Thou'rt nothing but croak, croak, croak.

LEADER. And what else, captious Newcomer, say, should I be?
But you know not to whom you are talking, I see:
(_With dignity_) I'm the friend of the Muses, and Pan with his pipe,
Holds me dearer by far than a cherry that's ripe:
For the reed and the cane which his music supply,
Who gives them their tone and their moisture but I?
And therefore for ever I'll utter my cry
Of--

_Chorus._ Croak, croak, croak.