Rig. Fun. I will avenge you;—nay, I'll go much further:
The "Crowner's quest" shall find him guilty "Murther."
The common hangman shall cut short his breath;
And, by a shameful end, avenge your death.
Moore. 'Tis kindly said; and I in peace shall die.
Say, is there aught that you would ask of I?
Rig. Fun. Oh, Francis Moore! who soon no MORE wilt be;
I came, a precious boon to beg of thee:—
One gracious favour, ere you breathe your last,—
On ME your Prophet's mantle deign to cast!