The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-03-02

rpon the mc,lieyais' woes
Dark times when justice got the sark
In style this play doth here disclose.
Once in those wild, henightei times
4 bold conspiracy was planned;
Its leader. al, in crooked ways.
Displayed great gall AZ well - sand.
In follow ing his INDUSTRIOUS acts
Described in part in this sad play,
Rejoice thai No such state OF facts
nisgrac,'s this. the present 'lay.
SCENE FIIsr-Count lie B,~ootsquanc,'s
fare,r. HorsiT, Datio, Br~oadsquares
aud C2o,h;io Flushing a conference.
How-whens shall we four meet again.
In bank, or club, ar railroad train"
Broad-when the hurry burly's done,
When we've got them On the rum.
Dal-When the sun goes down at night,
Come glad tidings of the fight.
Clar-Whent the stormy day is past,
When we've knocked them out at
last.
Ali-No more time is there tn waste
To the battlenicnts we haste.
SCENE forest. Enter Sande,io
and Po,rer.
Sand-How now. good knight: BY my
troth. thou lookcst pale about thine gills.
Canst not thine end hold up:
Pow-Good. my lord, an my memory go
not back on me, thou myself hast never
yet thine own end upheld: but with rcgu-
larity of clock. il has dropped ker-smash
and thou with il.
Sand-Bcshrew me, but didst ever know
me to give up? Did l not arise and try il
oi fb ot Sth '' s"th I" INV
here nor there. What news. good knight"
what news. l prithcc"
Pow-Ili. my lord, most i'll. BY &Il the
gods. most dctcstable i'll. fear Ne they
do undo us. and have already got the pull;
and we alas! are in the deep and doleful
hole. Full low our Golfers now have run,
an we raise not stuff. and raise quickly,we
are forsooth as the grewsome goose that
isgone. withal.
~Sand-Stuff: Saycst thou, thou need
est stuff: Behold, il cometh now. See
yon gentlemen approaching. An l work
them not, call me no good, in sooth.
Enter Squeoiiagnion and HessTneaied.l
Sand-Mostw welcome, noble gentleman.
BY my troth. sweet sirs. yo,i do look well,
exceeding well. How fares il on the
mart: And report lie not. ye both do
prosper and have amassed vast DOODLE.
Therefore, il doth bchoovc you to look
wei! to the government. For the affairs
of state be critical; and il be a wise i'm
vcstmcnt nay n necessary, to- loan us
some few thousand t~lucats. whcrewith we
may restore the solidity of the state. An
the state be solid, you he solid with the
state. Catch not on, sweet sirs:
Hcr-Good my lord, i always did con-
tend twas wise to let them that Ito wish to-
run the state. run the same witllal.
Enough have l to do. to run my business.
An l put ducats into the political pot. what
resultcth" Soup, my lord! soup! I love
not soup. and will have none of it.
dost look not far enough
anelu, sweep slf. An tnere nc TOO rev
ducats. there he truly, as thou dost say,
soup. But, marry, an there he sufficient
ducats, those ducats make more ducats.
As thus:
In the pot political,
Stirred with stick strategical,
Drop II little of your stuff
But bc sure you drop enough.
1T too little you drop in
The result will he too thin.
Once the state Ice in my grip,
Never will ! let II slip.
Ever will I throw your way
Opportunities that pay.
Her. and Squeaf.-
double. double. toll and trouble.
Wen put up stuff. If it will double.
Scene room, ia Sonde,io's house
Sonde,io, soyus.
Sand-Thc day hath passed; the mighty
day which all my fortunes doth decide
Els time 1 heard how IL hath gone. Marry
an il he gone against me. I am done for
by all the gods. done for aye and ever
It's strange. most strange. how all thcss
people do against mc-a goo<lly man. ;
shrewd. "a wise. a polished man -forevel
cold and bitter shoulders turn. Time ant
tim" again have l proffcred me to IL
+ their representative at court. in sooth t.
takc control and run for them the who'll
sliebang But fools they did hoot ans
!, jibc. and call me chestnut, and bid me v
lie down. and take "A rest. and soak IN.
obi head. VIVA; ho. Mantillio! Has
thou returns"
; Enter ManhIio.,
, Man-Goo my lord. il grievcth me Z
! tell the news that I do bear. and l an
I faint withal. Hast thou, forsooth, n cocl
tail handy by: Thanks, my lord. |
$ brac.th me. Pcrchancc We yet may fin
"A way to- save thee and ourselves.
Sand-Am lost: Sayest thou I'm les
again?
= Man-AlI lost. my lord, All save nj
Tom and some few other blokes. for who,
we do not give "A damn withal. The dep'