As but a thing of custom, though ’tis hard

To hear a nation’s curses on his head.

Mac Glad.

What man dare, I dare;

Approach thou like the hated Beaconsfield,

The Salisbury, or trenchant Randolph Churchill,

Take any shape than that, and my glib tongue

Can argue thee away! Alive again,

Thou pointest to the desert with thy sword,

And trembling I behold thee! Hark, they call