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- justice be hard to attain—does man come nearest the mark, when he
imitates that model divine. Hence, one judge is better than twelve.”
“And as Justice, in ideal, is ever painted high lifted above the crowd;
so, from the exaltation of his rank, an honest king is the best of
those unical judges, which individually are better than twelve. And
therefore am I, King Media, the best judge in this land.”
“Subjects! so long as I live, I will rule you and judge you alone. And
though you here kneeled before me till you grew into the ground, and
there took root, no yea to your petition will you get from this throne.
I am king: ye are slaves. Mine to command: yours to obey. And this hour
I decree, that henceforth no gibberish of bulwarks and bulkheads be
heard in this land. For a dead bulwark and a bulkhead, to dam off
sedition, will I make of that man, who again but breathes those bulky
words. Ho! spears! see that these knee-pans here kneel till set of
sun.”
High noon was now passed; and removing his crown, and placing it on the
dais for the kneelers to look at during their devotions, King Media
departed from that place, and once more played the agreeable host.
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