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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Macbreath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Tragedy as Played at Ryde**<br>Macbreath	Mr Henley<br>Macpuff	Mr Terry<br>The Ghost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ACT I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TIME: The day before the election<br>SCENE: A Drummoyne tram running past a lunatic asylum.<br>All present are Reform Leaguers and supporters of Macbreath.<br>They seat themselves in the compartment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: Here, I'll sit in the midst.<br>Be large in mirth. Anon we'll all be fitted<br>With Parliamentary seats.<br>(Voter approaches the door.)<br>There's blood upon thy face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VOTER: 'Tis Thompsons's, then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: Is he thrown out? How neatly we beguiled<br>The guileless Thompson. Did he sign a pledge agreeing to retire?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VOTER: Aye, that he did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: Not so did I!<br>Not on the doubtful hazard of a vote<br>By Ryde electors, cherry-pickers, oafs,<br>That drive their market carts at dread of night<br>And sleep all day. Not on the jaundiced choice<br>Of folks who daily run their half a mile<br>Just after breakfast, when the steamer hoots<br>Her warning to the laggard, not on these<br>Relied Macbreath, for if these rustics' choice<br>Had fall'n on Thompson, I should still have claimed<br>A conference. But hold! Is Thompson out?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VOTER: My lord, his name is mud. That I did for him<br>I paid my shilling and I cast my vote.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: Thou art the best of all the shilling voters.<br>Prithee, be near me on election day<br>To see me smite Macpuff, and now we shan't<br>Be long,<br>(Ghost of Thompson appears.)<br>What's this? A vision!<br>Thou canst not say I did it! Never shake<br>Thy gory locks at me. Run for some other seat,<br>Let the woods hide thee. Prithee, chase thyself!<br>(The ghost of Thompson disappears, and Macbreath revives himself<br>with a great effort.)<br>Leaguers all,<br>Mine own especial comrades of Reform,<br>All amateurs and no professionals,<br>So many worthy candidates I see,<br>Alas that there are only ninety seats.<br>Still, let us take them all, and Joe Carruthers,<br>Ashton, and Jimmy Hogue, and all the rest,<br>Will have to look for work! Oh, joyous day,<br>To-morrow's poll will make me M.L.A.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ACT II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TIME: Election day.<br>SCENE: Macbreath's committee rooms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: Bring me no more reports: let them all fly;<br>Till Labour's platform to Kyabram come<br>I cannot taint with fear. How go the votes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enter first voter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FIRST VOTER: May it please my Lord,<br>The cherry-pickers' vote is two to one<br>Towards Macpuff: and all our voters say<br>The ghost of Thompson sits in every booth,<br>And talks of pledges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: What a polished liar!<br>And yet the dead can vote! (Strikes him.)<br>What if it should be!<br>(Ghost of Thompson appears to him suddenly.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">GHOST: The Pledge! The Pledge!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: I say I never signed the gory pledge.<br>(Ghost disappears. Enter a Messenger.)<br>Thou com'st to use thy tongue. Thy story quickly!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MESSENGER: Gracious, my Lord,<br>I should report that which I know I saw,<br>But know not how to do it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: Well! say, on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MESSENGER: As I did stand my watch in Parliament<br>I saw the Labour platform come across<br>And join Kyabram, Loans were overthrown,<br>The numbers were reduced, extravagance<br>Is put an end to by McGowan's vote.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!<br>Where got'st thou this fish yarn?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MESSENGER: There's nearly forty,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: Thieves, fool?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MESSENGER: No, members, will be frozen out of work!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: Aye, runs the story so! Well, well, 'tis sudden!<br>These are the uses of the politician,<br>A few brief sittings and another contest;<br>He hardly gets to know th' billiard tables<br>Before he's out . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Alarums and Harbour excursions; enter Macpuff<br>at the head of a Picnic Party.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACPUFF: Now, yield thee, tyrant!<br>By that fourth party which I once did form,<br>I'll take thee to a picnic, there to live<br>On windfall oranges!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACBREATH: . . . Nay, rather death!<br>Death before picnic! Lay on Macpuff,<br>And damned be he who first cries Hold, enough!<br>(They fight. Macbreath is struck on the back of the head<br>by some blue metal from Pennant Hills Quarry. He falls. The referee<br>counts, 'One, two, three, eight, nine, ten, out!')</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACPUFF: Kind voters all, and worthy gentlemen,<br>Who rallied to my flag today, and made me<br>Member for Thompson, from my soul I thank you.<br>There needs no trumpet blast, for I can blow<br>Like any trombone. Prithee, let us go!<br>Thanks to you all who shared this glorious day,<br>Whom I invite to dance at Chowder Bay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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Macbreath	Mr Henley
Macpuff	Mr Terry
The Ghost

ACT I

TIME: The day before the election
SCENE: A Drummoyne tram running past a lunatic asylum.
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