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Victoria University College Carnival, 1914

Finale Act II

Finale Act II.

Britons:—The sword of the Briton is rusting,
His bow unstrung and at rest,
His heart in its innocence trusting,
The Roman who came as a guest.
The anvils of Rome are a-forging
The fetters that fester and gall,
The Eagles of Rome are a-gorging,
On carrion under the pall.

Romans:—Now Britain by Rome is protected,
Which means that we govern the land,
An item it's hardly expected,
The Britons can quite understand.
The blessings of civilisation,
Are vents for Druidical spleen;
For in stirring him out of stagnation,
They settled for ever his queen.

Britons:—We pray to our gods that they rend him,
'Tis just that this Caesar should die
In the height of his power may they send him
A sign that their vengeance is nigh—
A night-sky, portentous and ruddy,
—A presage of violent end—
And Cæsar, the ruthless, the bloody,
Shall die by the hand of a friend.

Romans:—We've given him every assistance,
We've helped him to conquer his foes,
And the thanks that we get is resistance
To laws that we choose to impose.
Taken all round he's a rotter,
By rights we should leave him him to rot,
For he'd get it a thousand times hotter
As soon as we quitted the spot.

All:—So here's to the broadsword and Roman;
Abide we the test of the fight:
Alike of the Briton and Roman,
The law of the might that is right.
For men are born fighters by nature,
And the history of Britain and Rome
Is a chapter of her legislature
From her great international tome.

"And damned be he that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'" —"Macbeth."

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