SCENE XII.
Denis Florence MacCarthy translation · Edition 2
CLARIN; and Soldiers within.
Voices of some. Live, long live our victor King!
Voices of others. Live, long live our liberty!
CLARIN. Live, long live the two, I say! Me it matters not a pin, Which doth lose or which doth win, If I can keep out of the way!— So aside here I will go, Acting like a prudent hero, Even as the Emperor Nero Took things coolly long ago. Or if care I cannot shun, Let it 'bout mine ownself be; Yes, here hidden I can see All the fighting and the fun; What a cosy place I spy Mid the rock there! so secure, Death can't find me out I'm sure, Then a fig for death I say! [Conceals himself, drums beat and the sound of arms is heard.
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