The spectators laughed loudly, but yet with a kind of constraint; for the creature's aspect was strangely repulsive and hideous.
Miriam felt her arm seized violently by Donatello.

She looked at him, and beheld a tigerlike fury gleaming from his wild eyes.
"Bid me drown him!" whispered he, shuddering between rage and horrible disgust.

"You shall hear his death gurgle in another instant!" "Peace, peace, Donatello!" said Miriam soothingly, for this naturally gentle and sportive being seemed all aflame with animal rage.

"Do him no mischief! He is mad; and we are as mad as he, if we suffer ourselves to be disquieted by his antics.

Let us leave him to bathe his hands till the fountain run dry, if he find solace and pastime in it.