_Quezox:_ 'Tis done, and, Gentlemen, this doth reveal Most aptly how sweet concert for the time Doth work our purpose on this pliant soul. So long as he from contact with his kind We can prevent by flattery and guile; He, like to wax within the moulder's hand, May form a figurehead of brave design, But statue-like it were an empty house. _1st Gentleman:_ I have a thought, sweet Quezox, and must voice It in thine ear. Soon, from that distant land Where our oppressors dwell, others will hie Them to our shores; and they may be of mould More stern, and thus impediments may prove To be 'gainst our designs; hence it were well That we should much accomplish while we may. These may prevent what they can ne'er undo. _2d Gentleman:_ Si, si, Senor; haste be the magic word, To thrust the vermin out must be our aim. _3d Gentleman:_ Well said. If we delay, "Manana," fickle dame, May scorn our smiles and flirt with these, our foes. _Scene 4: Governor's Room._ _Francos:_ Good Quezox, it doth seem the more I grant, The more dost thou demand. I at thy word Did to a list'ning throng declare that thou With mighty hand, did boost me to this place. 'Twas done to firm impress on public mind Thy worth in fields politic, and by this To expedite our plans which will in time An era new inaugurate; but thou, Like "Twist" of old, cry'st "More!" and ever "More!" _Quezox:_ But Sire, the time is short. Soon I must hie Me to the halls of state, and I would fain Depart with mind at ease on matters here, For there be few who safely may advise. _(Exit Quezox. Enters Carpen)_ _Francos:_ Ha! Carpen, is it so; these varlets who Do thoughts imprint, have o'er my head direct Appealed to those who may dire action take, And thus belittlement on me bestow? _Carpen:_ My Liege, 'tis so. From words which from thy mouth Did flow, discouragement arose, and so, To guard their welfare, they did quickly act And to their order did make strong appeal. _Francos:_ Carpen disloyalty to those in pow'r Shall meet its proper penalty, and they Who voiced it must forthwith before me come And explanation make, which doth ring clear. _Carpen:_ I'll quick despatch a message to their chief, That he at once before thee shall appear. _Francos (walks the room, soliloquizing):_ Fortune is often kind, and to our hand A weapon ready forged and sharpened fits. A strong presentment lurketh in my mind That she hath now perchance befriended me. But Carpen, is this chief most proper named?