The Dynasts : Parts First And Second

SCENE vri PART SECOND
God, I begin to loathe the whole curst show! How hot it|s ! Get me a glass of brandy, O* I shall swoon off too. Now let's go out, '^And find some fresher air upon the lawn. Here Yarmouth, Moira; quick and come along.
Exit the PRINCE REGENT with LORDS MOIRA and YARMOUTH. band strikes up " La Belle Catarina," and a new figure is formed.
SPIRIT OF THE YEARS
Phantoms, ye strain your powers unduly here, Making faint fancies as they were indeed The Mighty Will's firm work.
SPIRIT IRONIC
Nay, Father, nay;
The wives prepared to hasten hitherward Under the names of some gone down to death^ Who yet were bidden. Must they not be here ?
SPIRIT OF THE YEARS
There lie long leagues between a woman's word— " She will, indeed she will! "—and acting orit. Whether those came or no, thy antics cease, *And let the revel wear it out in peace.
Enter SPENCER PERCEVAL, the Prime Minister, a small, pale, grave-looking man, and an Under-Secretary of State, meeting.
UNDER-SECRETARY
Is the King of Rome really dead, and the gorgeous gold cradle wasted ?
PERCEVAL
O no, he is alive and waxing strong : That tale has been set travelling more than once. But touching it, there booms upon our ear A graver import, unimpeachable.
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