Its sound implies that blood's his proper food, And that he sucks it from this people's veins. _Carpen:_ I think your voiced suspicions are unjust. He seemeth to me but a proper man Possessing skill anent his chosen crat. So it was published when he here was sent. _Francos:_ Ah, well I know the arts political Our foes did practice when they filled a nest Fit for an eagle with a vulture mean And covered their deceit by mouthing words. _Carpen:_ But Sire, I bear no brief in his behalf. To me this matter little import bears. _Francos:_ Good Carpen, from thy tone I fear me much Thou implication on thy part inferred. I pray thee, disabuse thine erring mind Of such suspicion, for it hath no ground. _(Enter Quezox)_ _Quezox:_ Most noble Sire, mine ears have heard a tale Which, if from fountain of eternal truth, Doth cheer me mightily. It in good sooth Reveals the treachery which thee surrounds. _Francos:_ Remain, good Quezox, I would witness have Who shall upon the scroll of memory Inscribe each word which shall be uttered here When the expected one shall soon appear. _Quezox:_ Sire, thy request, or rather thy command Is head but to obey. _(A side)_ Methinks I see A smiling picture which doth clear portray Heads falling, as the bolo sure doth swing _(Aloud)_ Sire, loyalty should ever be the test Of those who feed from out the public trough. _(Exit Francos)_ _(All join hands and sing as they dance the Tammany slide.)_ "Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty to what? Why Loyalty to him who ladles out the swill. Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty or not? If not, go home to Dad and the fatted calf he'll kill." ACT VII Dramatis Personae _Caesar_ . . . . . . _Ruler of the State._ _Francos_ . . . . . . _Governor General of a Province._ _Printus_ . . . . . . _Head of a Bureau._ _Quezox_ . . . . . . _Resident Delegate from the Province._ _Somnolent_ . . . . . _Head of a Bureau._ _McDuff_ . . . . . . _A Publican._ _Scene I. Caesar's Room at the Capitol._