2. Back to thy punishment, false fugitive!

3. Fret till your proud heart breaks! Must I observe you? Must I crouch

beneath your testy humor?

4. Up drawbridge, grooms! what, warder, ho!

Let the portcullis fall!

5. Quick, man the lifeboat! see yon bark,

That drives before the blast!

There's a rock ahead, the fog is dark,

And the storm comes thick and fast.

6. I am at liberty, like every other man, to use my own language; and

though, perhaps, I may have some ambition to please this gentleman, I

shall not by myself under any restraint, nor very solicitously copy his

diction, or his mien, however matured by age or modeled by experience.

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