Read the Spectator and the Daily News,
So you shall see your veritable self
No murderer, but simply one who sent
A hero to his death, so you might gain
A fair majority; and now that’s done
You look but on a corse.
Mac Glad.—
Aye, there’s the rub;
Blood I have shed ere now; blood must be shed
If I am to keep office; murders, too