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SCENE VII.

Epigram, Bodkinda, and three of Buckramo's Party.
1st Taylor.
Submit, or die.

Ep.
No: such divinity
Doth hedge a bard, that my great spirit smiles
At your drawn bodkins, and defies their points—
The gods take care of Epigram.

1st Tay.
Then this
To try their care.

2d Tay.
And this.

3d Tay.
And this.

Bod.
And this.

all wound him.
Ep.
Et tu, Bodkinda?—then fall Epigram.

(Dies.
Bod.
This for thy coat unpaid—thy waistcoat this—
And this thy breeches—now to further slaughter.

Excursions.
 

There's such divinity doth hedge a king.
Hamlet. A bard might as reasonably expect such divine hedge as a regicide, parricide, adulterer and usurper. Dr. Humbug.

The soul secure in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
Cato.

The gods take care of Cato!
Ibid.

Et tu, Brute—then fall Cæsar.
Julius Cæsar. A very pathetical last dying speech! Dr. Humbug.

------ This for my Father;
This for Sciolto; and this last for Altamont.
Fair Penitent.