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.