Forthwith a solemn banquet they prepare

  Within the gorgeous palace of the king.

  Seated alone here guest and sovereign are,

  And the attendant troop the viands bring.

  Behold! a whizzing sound is heard in air,

  Which echoes with the beat of savage wing.

  Behold! the band of harpies thither flies,

  Lured by the scent of victual from the skies.