Assuming Rachel’s body, goading me
With false presentment of her honest person
To mutiny and to utter overthrow;
No wanton Venus, no bold Helen of Troy.
For look, a different play performs to-night!
See how come crowding in, with a bold air
Of pertinence I do not dare to question
This odd rag-tag-and-bobtail of lost souls,
Ecclesiastical, furtive, dim, far gone
In their dementia praecox! Doctor Hornblow