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 Joyce.A council formed of officers, say I. Harrison [growing excited.]To govern there must needs be seventy! Barebones.For England no salvation may there be, So long as we shall not all things ordain According to the Bible, and require Tradesmen, for honest profits, to employ The weights and measures of the sanctuary, The sacred numbers, too, and therewithal, For Zion leaving Egypt and Chaldæa, Fathoms for cubits, palms for feet exchange. Garland.'Tis spoken sensibly. Joyce. Is Barebones mad? A mole, who nothing sees outside his hole! Pray, does he take his counter for a throne, His yardstick for a sceptre, and his cap For a tiara? Plinlimmon [to , indicating. Do not jest. Full oft The spirit doth inspire him. [To .] My friend, I do approve thy words. Barebones [puffing himself out. That nought be done By halves, 'tis fitting that in every shire We take the foremost men— Joyce [sneeringly.] Ay, the cordwainers! Barebones [to , bitterly.]Thanks, friend! 'twas said most courteously, in sooth! But you yourself, good Master Cornet Joyce, Ere you became an officer and scoffer, Wert not a tailor? [ ''makes an angry gesture.  continues.'' I, whom men esteem