_ But Sire, I bear no brief in his behalf.
To me this matter little import bears.
_Francos:_ Good Carpen, from thy tone I fear me much
Thou implication on thy part inferred.
I pray thee, disabuse thine erring mind
Of such suspicion, for it hath no ground.
_(Enter Quezox)_
_Quezox:_ Most noble Sire, mine ears have heard a tale
Which, if from fountain of eternal truth,
Doth cheer me mightily. It in good sooth
Reveals the treachery which thee surrounds.
_Francos:_ Remain, good Quezox, I would witness have
Who shall upon the scroll of memory
Inscribe each word which shall be uttered here
When the expected one shall soon appear.
_Quezox:_ Sire, thy request, or rather thy command
Is head but to obey. _(A side)_ Methinks I see
A smiling picture which doth clear portray
Heads falling, as the bolo sure doth swing
_(Aloud)_
Sire, loyalty should ever be the test
Of those who feed from out the public trough.
_(Exit Francos)_

_(All join hands and sing as they dance the Tammany slide.)_
"Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty to what?
Why Loyalty to him who ladles out the swill.
Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty or not?
If not, go home to Dad and the fatted calf he'll kill."

ACT VII

Dramatis Personae

_Caesar_ . . . . . . _Ruler of the State._
_Francos_ . . . . . . _Governor General of a Province._
_Printus_ . . . . . . _Head of a Bureau._
_Quezox_ . . . . . . _Resident Delegate from the Province._
_Somnolent_ . . . . . _Head of a Bureau._
_McDuff_ . . . . . . _A Publican._

_Scene I. Caesar's Room at the Capitol._

_Caesar soliloquizing:_
Life is a problem intricate to solve:
With outstretched arms to grasp, we know not what
From out the future hidden by a veil
With woof too dense for eye of man to pierce;
Yet doth imagination pictures forms
Which, when we would embrace, evade our touch
And vanish into nothingness; while still
We vain pursuit ever persistent make.
Euclid from chaos order did evolve
And on the scroll of Fame hath writ those laws
Which Time, relentless, ne'er can thence efface.
For Tru