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Do I wear a crown? Imperial Elfinan, go hang thyself or drown!


 * His son shall never touch that bishopric;
 * And for the nephew of old Palfior,
 * I'll show him that his speeches made me sick,
 * And give the colonelcy to Phalaric;
 * The tiptoe marquis, moral and gallant,
 * Shall lodge in shabby taverns upon tick;
 * And for the Speaker's second cousin's aunt,

She sha'n't be maid of honor,—by heaven that she sha'n't!


 * I'll give no garter to his eldest son;
 * I wont speak to his sister or his mother!
 * The Viscount B. shall live at cut-and-run;
 * But how in the world can I contrive to stun
 * That fellow's voice, which plagues me worse than any,
 * That stubborn fool, that imprudent state-dun,
 * Who sets down ev'ry sovereign as a zany,—

That vulgar commoner, Esquire Biancopany?"


 * Will they fetch from Imaus for my bride?