INCUMBENT (aside):
He thinks I am beside myself. Alas,
He sees, as through the bottom of a glass,
Darkly. Strange how this pirate of the main
With an eye single to his private gain
Beholds things double! Would that I, poor worm,
Could see in duplicate my four years’ term.
The fellow’s looked too long upon the cup—
I’ll get behind his back and trip him up,
Break his damned neck, and then the tale repeat