The Saint and the Hunchback
HUNCHBACK
Stand up and lift your hand and blessA man that finds great bitternessIn thinking of his lost renown.A Roman Caesar is held downUnder this hump.
SAINT
God tries each manAccording to a different plan.I shall not cease to bless becauseI lay about me with the tawsThat night and morning I may thrashGreek Alexander from my flesh,Augustus Caesar, and after theseThat great rogue Alcibiades.
HUNCHBACK
To all that in your flesh have stoodAnd blessed, I give my gratitude,Honoured by all in their degrees,But most to Alcibiades.
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