Bishop Hardbrooke.
On what foundations, Harry? All about
I see the wreck and ruin of our land;
Her altars down, her sacred institutions——
(Cheering outside)
Harry, I beg of you to stop and think
What it has cost, this Law that you defy
And cast before the swine of riotous feet.
(Continuous cheering)
I appeal to you, my brother——
Harry Egerton.
Bishop Hardbrooke——
Bishop Hardbrooke.
In the name of everything that you hold dear——