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1795.19
The Weird Jacobins
Anon
The Tomahawk (November 2, 1795)

Scene, Palace Yard. Thunder and Lightning.

Enter F-x, Th-lw-ll, and Sh—n.[1]

TH-LW-LL.

When shall we three meet again?
In Plunder, Murder, or in Slain?

F-X.

When the JACOBINS are done.
When th' ADDRESS is lost and won!

SH—N.

That will be ere morning sun.

TH-LW-LL.

Where the place?

F-X.

Upon these stones.

SH—N.

There we'll all meet Surgeon JONES.[2]

               TH-LW-LL.

I come, I come, D'ESPARD,[3] now!

               F-X.

ST-NH—E[4] calls———anon!

                   ALL.

F-x, is foul, and foul is F-x!
Keep clear of GUILLOTINES and BLOCKS!

[They walk across the pavement, and run away.]

 


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