All.—Dribble, dribble, nonsense dribble,
Bexley, talk, and Kenyon, scribble.
2nd B.—Cool it now with * * * ’s blood,
So the charm is firm and good. [Exeunt.
Thomas Moore.
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The Derby Voter’s Soliloquy.
(Spoken in a darkened doorway with his face to the wall.)
Is this a sovereign which I feel behind me.
Slipp’d gently into my hand? Come, let me sack thee: