Voters: I am sped.
Congress: What, art thou unrepresented?
Voters: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch, marry’tis enough. Where is my page? With Mark Foley? Go villain, fetch a surgeon, or someone who will impeach this self-proclaim'ed King for his fortnightly lies and fabrications.
Congress: Courage voter, this hurt cannot be much, and if I follow thy lead I may lose sweet Juliet, or nary the next election.
Voters: No ‘tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
churchdoor, but ‘tis enough, ‘twill serve: ask for me tomorrow,
and you shall find me an oppress'ed populace. I am peppered
I warrant, for this Constitution, a plague a’both your
houses, ‘zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a voter
to death: a braggart, a rogue a villain, that fights by
the book of election arithmetic, why the devil came you between
us? I was hurt under your arm.
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