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 No civil war.—Temperance, in the name of Bacchus. A glee! a glee! Music has charms to bend the knotted oak. Sir Patrick, you'll join?

Troth, with all my heart: for, by my soul, I'm bothered completely.

Agreed, then: you, and I, and Chromatic. Bumpers!—bumpers! Come, strike up.

Squire Headlong, Mr. Chromatic, and Sir Patrick O'Prism, each holding a bumper, immediately vociferated the following