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I'll show you presently , my friends , the way Rogues should be handled . \_ He drops his bat , and places himself in the attitude of ' the striker . ' ] Crack ! and where are they ? We play not tip a run / no * touch and go ;' We move but with a serious braining blow . Chorus we'll have , and semi-chorus strong , Horsemen and foot , in tramping squadrons long , Headed by patriots and men of might , In pure , untax'd religion , clear of sight , The balance to restore 'tween day and night . [ Poet Clinker bows , and retires amidst great applause and sundry groans . ]
Enter a dense squad of Recto rize . d Spirits in full canonicals . They are led on by twelve Right Reverend Fathers in Mammon , in full uniform also , and bearing golden lyres . They range themselves along the front of the stage , the Bishops standing a pace in front at regular intervals .
GRAND CLERICAL , CHORUS , Accompanied by the golden lyres and the serpenL Wake , golden lyre , in this perturbed hour ; Nor longer slumber in your beds of down O delegates of heaven ' s imperial power , But rise to guard the sin-endanger'd crown Of king and God—both patrons of our cause , For whom we waofe disinterested wars !
Wake , golden lyre ! Wake , holy men ! this missal is our shield , Or armour , proof against a nation ' s curse ; Our sword of fiery vengeance in the field , And in its use hereafter ten-fold worse :
Our glory , honour , hope , and blessed pride , Our food , our raiment , and all things beside . Wake , holy men !
Enter a posse of Peers , led on by crimson-robed Figures on stills , presenting front elevations of Queen Sinister , Dukes Bagnetlodge and Bloodrnajisdorf the Earl of Oldenvice , Lord Normanrust , Earl Tramplejiecky Sfc . They range themselves along one side of the stage .
CHORUS OF PEERS . Lords of the earth , and pillars of its thrones , In every age we ' ve stood undauntedly , Like towers , above rebellion ' s threats or groans , Dashing our bases with their idle sea : Our power electric doth men ' s bosoms search , Preserves the sovereign and his loyal church .
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38 A Political Oratorio .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1835, page 38, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2641/page/38/
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