n the well marked path still tread
And longer bear our burden which will bring
No gratitude to recompense our pains?
_Quezox:_ Sire! Carpen well hath voiced mine ev'ry thought,
We, who Caucasian blood boast in our veins
Are numerous, and can uphold the state.
The pure-blood Filipinos to us look
For guidance and our ev'ry counsel take.
To wait until the tao fills his skull
With book lore were to see us in our graves
And millions burden on thy native land.
But Sire, I feel that time enow has flown
To proper impress make on waiting minds.
Hence it were well to bid them entrance speed
That they may grave obeisance to thee make.
_(Exit Quezox)_

_Second Scene: Outer Room, where the deputation waits._

_Bonset:_ Good Gentlemen, a business of import
Doth now engross His Highness, but forsooth
When it is properly dispatched, he word
Will by the mouth of Quezox speedy send.
_An English gentleman (brusquely)._
But sir, no business enterprise hath brought
Us here, and if His Highness careth not
To give us audience, why we'll depart!
_Bonset:_ Tut, tut, Good friend Quezox will soon appear.
_(The Gentlemen uneasily pace the room and whisper)_
_Enter Quezox:_ Sweet Gentlemen, His Highness bid me hail
You to his presence, there to converse join.
_(All look at Quezox, disgusted)_
_Bonset:_ Fall in! Fall in! and form a proper line
_(abruptly)_
While Quezox doth precede us as we go!
_1st Gentleman (indignant)_
Fall in! What doth such words portend?
Are we but jail birds who at keeper's call
Move into line, and then with lockstep march
To face a judge who may us sentence give?
_(Puts up his hands)_
I say, my friends, put up your "dukes" and I will show
How Englishmen resent an insult gross.
_(Friends interefere to prevent blows.)_
_Quezox:_ Hold! Hold! my friends, sweet Bonset means no ill,
'Twere only lack of polish in his speech.
We Spaniards sweetly phrase our ev'ry word
E'en when we prick one sharply in the ribs.
_1st Gentleman (excitedly)_
Well, who is this, with dignity enrobed
Who like a fighti