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THE RAPE OF THE BELL.

AN OPERETTA.

To study with more quiet, or I shall

Report you for a private. Sir, good-night. [Exit.

(The Freshmen reappear stealthily.)

TONY. It was the minion of our dire oppressors.

We must shut up; and so I pray you all

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Stand not upon the order of your going,

But go at once.

[Exeunt all but SIMPLE SAPLING and TELL.

SAPLING. My name is Sapling; on New Hampshire hills

My father raised his cabbages and corn,

And from the freedom of my native air

I drank in soon the thoughts of liberty.

Your words have pleased me, and I'll now disclose

A plot I've formed.

TELL. Oh, let me join with you!

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