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my father!

Be as a god, then, full of saving mercy.
Mercy! Oh, mercy! Sir-for his sake mercy,
That, when your stout heart weeps, shall give you

pity. Here I must grow.

Rollo. By heaven I'll strike thee, woman!

Edith. Most willingly-let all thy anger seize me, All the most studied tortures, so this good man, This old man, and this innocent escape thee.

Rollo. Carry him away, I say.

Edith. Now blessing on thee! Oh, sweet pity, I see it in thine eyes. I charge you, soldiers, Ev'n by the Prince's power,

release The Prince is merciful-why do you hold him? The Prince forgets his fury--why do you tug him? He is old—why do you hurt him? Speak, oh speak,

Sir! Speak, as you are a mana man's life hangs, Sir, A friend's life, and a foster life, upon you. 'Tis but a word, but mercy-quickly spoke, Sir. Oh speak, Prince, speak!

Rollo. Will no man here obey me?
Have I no rule yet? As I live, he dies
That does not execute my will, and suddenly.
Bald. All thou canst do takes but one short hour

from me.
Rollo. Hew off her hands !
Ham. Lady, hold off,

Edith. No, hew 'em;
Hew off my innocent hands, as he commands you,

They'll hang the faster on for death's convulsion.

[Exit Baldwin with the guard. Thou seed of rocks, will nothing move thee then ? Are all my tears lost, all my righteous prayers Drown'd in thy drunken wrath? I stand up thus,

then, Thus boldly, bloody tyrant ! And to thy face, in heav'n's high name, defy thee ; And may sweet mercy, when thy soul sighs for it, When under thy black mischiefs thy flesh trembles, When neither strength, nor youth, nor friends, nor

gold, Can stay one hour; when thy most wretched con

science, Waked from her dream of death, like fire shall melt


When all thy mother's tears, thy brother's wounds,
Thy people's fears and curses, and my loss,
My aged father's loss, shall stand before thee :


May then that pity,
That comfort thou expect'st from heav'n-that

mercy Be lock'd up from thee-fly thee! howlings find

thee! Despair! (Oh my sweet father!) Storms of terror! Blood till thou burst again! Rollo. Oh fair, sweet anger




Persons.-- King Clause, Prigg, Ginks, Higgen, Ferret, and other


Ferret. What is't I see? Snap has got it.
Snap. A good crown, marry.
Prigg. A crown of gold-
Ferret. For our new King-good luck.
Ginks. To the common treasury with it if it be

gold, Thither it must.

Prigg. Spoke like a patriot, Ginks.
King Clause. I bid God save thee first; first

After this golden token of a crown.
Where's orator Higgen with his gratulating speech

In all our names ?

Ferret. Here he is, pumping for it.
Ginks. H' has cough'd the second time, 'tis but

once more, And then it comes.

Ferret. So out with all! Expect now. ! Hig. That thou art chosen, venerable Clause, Our king, and sovereign monarch of the maunders, Thus we throw up our nab-cheats first for joy, And then our filches; last we clap our famblesThree subject signs--we do it without envy.

For who is he here, did not wish thee chosen ?
Now thou art chosen, ask them all will say som,
Nay, swear't-'tis for the King: but let that pass. .
When last in conference at the bouzing ken',
This other day, we sat about our dead prince,
Of famous memory (rest go with his rags !),
And that I saw thee at the table's end,
Rise mov'd, and gravely leaning on one crutch,
Lift t'other, like a sceptre, at my head ;
I then presag'd thou shortly wouldst be king.
And now thou art som but what need presage
To us, that might have read it in thy beard,
As well as he that chose thee? By that beard,
Thou wert found out and mark'd for sovereignty!
Oh, happy beard ! but happier Prince, whose beard
Was so remark’d, as marking out our Prince,
Not bating us a hair. Long may it grow,
And thick and fair, that who lives under it
May live as safe as under beggars' bush,
Of which this is the thing, that but the type.
Omnes. Excellent, excellent orator! Forward,

good Higgen Give him leave to spit—the fine, well-spoken Higgen!

Hig. This is the beard, the bush, or bushy beard, Under whose gold and silver reign 'twas said So many ages since, we all should smile, No impositions, taxes, grievances ! Knots in a state, and whips unto a subject, Lie lurking in this beard, but all kemb’d? out.

1 Alehouse.--2 Combed.

If, now, the beard be such, what is the Prince
That owes the beard ? A father? no-a grandfather ?
Nay, the great-grandfather of you his people.
He will not force away your hens, your bacon,
When you have ventur'd hard for't; nor take from

The fattest of your puddings. Under him
Each man shall eat his own stol'n


and butter, In his own shade or sunshine, and enjoy His own dear doll doxy, or mort at night In his own straw, with his own shirt or sheet, That he hath filoh'd that day-ay, and possess What he can purchase-back or belly cheats To his own prop. He will have no purveyors For pigs and poultry.

Clause. That we must have, my learned orator, It is our will--and every man to keep In his own path and circuit.

Hig. Do you hear? You must hereafter maund on your own pads, he

says. Clause. And what they get there is their own;

besides, To give good words

Hig. Do you mark, to cut been whids, That is the second law.

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