Whited sepulchre! He's a whited sepulchre!
(They advance toward him)
How dare you, armed with Labor's sacred tools
Which our Lord's father sanctified when he
Wrought at his wood in Nazareth, how dare you,
With envy in your hearts, on murder bent,
Intrude upon the quiet social hour
Of honorable, law-abiding men?
God sees you with your axes lifted there.
And though you fear not law nor anything
Of man, fear God, for he hath power
And he can reach you in the uttermost
Parts of the earth or air, as David saith.
Figures.
The rich man's friend! The rich man's friend!
Governor Braddock.
Then by the power vested in me——
Figures.
We are the power! We are the power!