PILGRIMS
[Shout.]
God save the King!
CHAUCER
My liege, my dear young liege,
Are these the dull grunts of the swinish herd,
Or are they singing hearts of Englishmen?
Where is the gentleman, whose ermined throat
Shall strain a nobler shout? “When Adam delved”—
Sire, Adam’s sons are delving still, and he