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A baby beat its dying mother:
I had starved the one and was starving the other!

_Both_. Who bade you do't?

_Fam_. The same! the same!
Letters four do form his name.
He let me loose, and cried Halloo!
To him alone the praise is due.

_Fire_. Sisters! I from Ireland came!
Hedge and corn-fields all on flame,
I triumph'd o'er the setting sun!
And all the while the work was done,
On as I strode with my huge strides,
I flung back my head and I held my sides,
It was so rare a piece of fun
To see the sweltered cattle run
With uncouth gallop through the night,
Scared by the red and noisy light!
By the light of his own blazing cot
Was many a naked Rebel shot:
The house-stream met the flame and hissed,
While crash!
fell in the roof, I wist,
On some of those old bed-rid nurses,
That deal in discontent and curses.

_Both. _ Who bade you do't?

_Fire. _ The same! the same!
Letters four do form his name.
He let me loose, and cried Halloo!
To him alone the praise is due.

_All. _ He let us loose, and cried Halloo!
How shall we yield him honour due?

_Fam. _ Wisdom comes with lack of food.
I'll gnaw, I'll gnaw the multitude,
Till the cup of rage o'erbrim:
They shall seize him and his brood--

_Slau. _ They shall tear him limb from limb!