Soldiers have attacked the doctors for taking away
their trade of slaughter; a myriad userers have fallen upon the lawyers,
for claiming a share in the business of robbery; the busybodies and the
swindlers are tearing the gentlemen, limb-meal, for unnecessary swearing
and cursing, whereby they gained their living. Harlots and their
minions, and a million other old friends and former comrades have fallen
out with one another irreconcilably. But worst of all is the fray raging
between the misers and their own offspring, for wasting the goods and
money which, the old pinchfists aver, 'cost us much pain on earth, and
here endless anguish.' Their sons, on the other hand, cursing and
rending them outrageously, call for eternal ruin upon their heads for
leaving overmuch wealth to madden them with pride and riotous living,
when a little, under the blessing of heaven, would have rendered them
happy in both worlds." "Enough, enough," cried Lucifer, "there is more
need of arms than words. Return, sirrah, and play the spy in every watch
to find the where and why of this great negligence, for there's some
treachery in the air we wot not of as yet.
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