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552 rebel. Ten shillings a time as applied to His Royal Highness. (He plunges his head into the gaping belly of the hanged and draws out his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails.) My painful duty has now been done. God save the king!

Here. What are you saying about my king?

(Throws up his hands.) O, this is too monotonous! Nothing. He wants my money and my life, though want must be his master, for some brutish empire of his. Money I haven’t. (He searches his pockets vaguely.) Gave it to someone.

Who wants your bleeding money?

(Tries to move off.) Will some one tell me where I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Ça se voit aussi à Paris. Not that I… But by Saint Patrick!…

Aha! I know you, gammer! Hamlet, revenge! The old sow that eats her farrow!

(Rocking to and fro.) Ireland’s sweetheart, the king of Spain’s daughter, alanna. Strangers im my housein my house [sic], bad manners to them! (She keens with banshee