Hazlerod, Crusty Crowbar, Simple Sapling, Hateall, and Hector Mushroom.
Simple.
I know not what to think of these sad times,
The people arm'd,—and all resolv'd to die
Ere they'll submit.——
Crusty Crowbar.
I too am almost sick of the parade
Of honours purchas'd at the price of peace.
Simple.
Fond as I am of greatness and her charms,
Elate with prospects of my rising name,
Push'd into place,—a place I ne'er expected,
My bounding heart leapt in my feeble breast.
And ecstasies entranc'd my slender brain.—
But yet, ere this I hop'd more solid gains,
As my low purse demands a quick supply.—
Poor Sylvia weeps,—and urges my return
To rural peace and humble happiness,
As my ambition beggars all her babes.
Crusty.
When first I listed in the desp'rate cause,
And blindly swore obedience to his will,
So wise, so just, so good I thought Rapatio,
That if salvation rested on his word
I'd pin my faith, and risk my hopes thereon.
Hazlerod.