Act 4 — KING MOB

Dismiss, O sweet King Mob, your foot-lickers! When you held court last night I too was there To listen, and in truth well nigh despair O’ercame me when I saw your greedy ears Drink such gross poison. I could weep hot tears To think how three drugged words avail to keep A waking people still on the edge of sleep, And lose the world a right good score of years. I love you too, big Anarch, lately born, Half beast, yet with a stupid heart of man, And since I love, would God that I could warn Work out the beast as shortly as you can, Till which time oath of mine shall ne’er be sworn, Nor knee be bent to you, King Caliban.