MR. MAC QUEDY. Eh! sir, when the rabble is up, it is very
indiscriminating. You are e'en suffering for the sins of Sir Simon
Steeltrap and the like, who have pushed the principle of
accumulation a little too far.

MR. CHAINMAIL. The way to keep the people down is kind and liberal
usage.

MR. MAC QUEDY. That is very well (where it can be afforded) in the
way of prevention; but in the way of cure the operation must be
more drastic. (Taking down a battle-axe.) I would fain have a
good blunderbuss charged with slugs.

MR. CHAINMAIL. When I suspended these arms for ornament, I never
dreamed of their being called into use.

MR. SKIONAR. Let me address them. I never failed to convince an
audience that the best thing they could do was to go away.

MR. MAC QUEDY. Eh! sir, I can bring them to that conclusion in
less time than you.

MR. CROTCHET. I have no fancy for fighting. It is a very hard
case upon a guest, when the latter end of a feast is the beginning
of a fray.

MR. MAC QUEDY. Give them the old iron.

REV. DR. FOLLIOTT. Give them the weapons! Pessimo, medius fidius,
exemplo. Forbid it the spirit of Frere Jean des Entommeures! No!