une's hand, which killeth not,
But only girds our loins for battles new.
_McDuff:_ Sir Governor, thy words with wisdom teem.
I threw the gauge of battle in the ring,
And for each thrust the enemy did give
I parried, and with vigor did return
Each lunge in kind, and now my
Medicine I gulp and whimper not.
But look ye, sir! the wheel that now hath turned
May grind us all between it cruel cogs.
_(Exit McDuff)_
_Quezox to Francos, exultingly:_
A mighty day! a glorious day is here!
But, Sire, the cleansing work is but begun.
A joyful paean swells within my breast,
And I must mouth it, else this heart will burst!
_(Sings)_
We'll smite the grafters; smite them hip and thigh;
Our motto shall be ever, "Do or die."
We've got 'em on the run,
And with every rising sun,
We'll oil the new machine;
Its blade we'll sharpen keen.
Revenge shall fill the goblet to the brim,
And "Pleasure saturnine" shall be our hymn.
_Francos, applauding:_
'Twere well, sweet Quezox! Thou in happy tone
Hast voiced a noble sentiment in rhyme.
But lurking in my mem'ry it doth seem
That I recall in part those words so apt.
_(Francos and Quezox embrace and retire.)_

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SIR WINDBAG SEEKS ADVICE OF COUNT LUIE

_Scene: A room at No. ... A. Mabini._

Dramatis Personae

_Sir Windbag_ ... _A high official._
_Count Luie_ ..... _Another windbag._

SIR WINDBAG, _(to Count Luie):_
"Oh that mine enemy would write a book."
A wise man in the past hath shrewdly said,
Knowing full well that when one's thoughts are paged
They like foul spirits menace peace of mind.
Alas! 'tis so, when tongue shall like a bird
Take wing, soaring aloft, and as the wind
Fly aimless over mountain, hill and dale,
Until tired nature doth demand repose,
Why did I Roosevelt as a pattern take
And boast his doctrines as the wisdom's fount
From which I drank as a disciple might
Who