I despise thy contempt; and when thou warnedst me⁠—why didst thou not warn thyself?

Out of love alone shall my contempt and my warning bird take wing; but not out of the swamp!⁠—

They call thee mine ape, thou foaming fool: but I call thee my grunting-pig⁠—by thy grunting, thou spoilest even my praise of folly.

What was it that first made thee grunt? Because no one sufficiently flattered thee:⁠—therefore didst thou seat thyself beside this filth, that thou mightest have cause for much grunting⁠—

—That thou mightest have cause for much vengeance ! For vengeance, thou vain fool, is all thy foaming; I have divined thee well!