Show shakespeare up to date the soliloquy of larcus ricus i to quit or not to quit that is tho question whether wiser in this town to linger and suffer all the sneers of sirs airs gru grundy ady or to tako arms against that brimstone benfer and by well thumping end and him bodkins 1 s time vas was when henchmen would havo dono done my will but now I 1 got an awful chill the time is out of joint 0 01 1 cursed spite I 1 that ever ner I 1 should bo be in such a plight I 1 i to get a whack at stove steve to plug him once I 1 no more and by that smash to know I 1 end N the heartache and the thousand frightful dreams that he has caused me a consummation on f devoutly to bo be wished to lly fly to drink to booze I 1 perchance get drunk ayo aye theres the rub for in that jim jam state what snakes may come when I 1 have swallowed all tho bubble stuff f musk Must give me pause theres tho the idea that keeps me hopping about like a cat on coals for who would bear tho the taunts of voting men man the gibes and mocking mock ilig laugh of stanley price tho the thrice condemned behavior of joe sharp the scoff of hamilton amilton li the exultant bray of breezy olson the insolence of benfer and the spurns that patient merit from the unworthy takes when he lie himself might lis his quietus make with four full quarts of rye who would fardell bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life but that the thought in two short years from now two little years 3 cars that will most quickly run i two tiny years in which the advocate will win me back my fame puzzles the will and makes me rather lear bear those ills I 1 have than fly to liquor that I 1 know not of thus hope deferred gives mo me the helpful gall to bluff it out in spite of my great fall and thus the native hue of county grafting i Is silver lined with promise and with hope and comes again in action great caesars ghost I 1 angels and ministers of graft defeis me I 1 what visions tills this I 1 see before my eyes that harrows me with fear and makes my thinning hair v stand up like quills upon the fretful porcupine a my bly prophetic soul I 1 ITIS MRS GRUNDY I 1 she 10 she I 1 look you how bow pale she glares 1 MV f save me and hover oer me with lour wings ob oh madsen mine I 1 I 1 thee witch I 1 ope not thy ponderous and marble jaws but get thee to a nunnery still better hie ilie hence unto my lavein bavei n and there well weli meet the phantoms gone ye gods and little fishes I 1 r be still my wildly beating flut flueling ling heart while I 1 put do down n a long long drink of rye ah ali I 1 better I 1 gone is the mental strain arain life giving rye I 1 marcus is himself again I 1 MRS GRUNDY |