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 Voices in the Crowd. Ah! What's the name Of Mr. Speaker?—'Tis Sir Thomas Widdrington, I think.—A comely man, in sooth.—A Judas! Overton [to , in an undertone. The people have their animosities. You see that no one cries: "God save the Commons!" Wildman [to .]May God confound them! One and all are sold To the usurper. Belatucadrus And Cromwell they adore.

The aldermen— The courts—the Parliament—yes, all the gods Of poor old England—all of them are here! Giraff.Amusing gods! Elespuru. What say you to them, brothers? Giraff.They're gods by the same token that we're fools. Trick.I long to see the tempest burst upon This solemn-faced Olympus. Giraff. Yes, and I, Good Trick; my errant fantasy, like thine, Doth pandemonium to the pantheon Prefer.