Chapter XII: Act TWO

The House of Commons. Very full. Cries of "_Order, order!_" Clamour increases, and no one can be heard. Fifty Members on their legs, trying to speak. LORD JOHN RUSSELL springs upon the table and gesticulates violently; but all that can be heard from him, is "_Obleege_," and "_Constitution_." MR. DISRAELI dashes his hand furiously upon the Green Box, which gives way, and all his oranges roll out. Scramble and comic business. LORD NAMBY MACPAMBY rises; dressed in the extreme of fashion, and also extremely tipsy. Terrific cries of "_Spoke, spoke!_" The Chairman of Committees falls on his knees and pleads for silence, but sinks beneath the volley of blue books, votes, and bills, instantly hurled at him from all the Members. Suddenly the SPEAKER rushes in, seizes the mace, and lays about him on every side. Members are knocked over one another. Tremendous confusion! Fights!--and Curtain.

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