LXXXV

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LXXXV

“ ’Stead of his anxious Majesty and court

At the open doors, with wide saluting eyes,

Congées and scrape-graces of every sort,

And all the smooth routine of gallantries,

Was seen, to our immoderate surprise,

A motley crowd thick gather’d in the hall,

Lords, scullions, deputy-scullions, with wild cries

Stunning the vestible from wall to wall,

Where the Chief Justice on his knees and hands doth crawl.