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Brand.

       Yes.

The Mayor.

            That great ugly stall?—
Why, that's the Parsonage granary.

Brand.

No, not that;—but the ugly, <g>small</g>——

The Mayor.

The Church?

Brand.

            I mean to build it <g>great</g>.

The Mayor.

That, by the devil! you shall not!
No man shall alter it one jot!
My plan 'twould utterly frustrate.
Mine's urgent, only waits the word,
By yours I'm absolutely floor'd;
Two weapons can't at once be wielded,
Yield therefore—!

Brand.

                   I have never yielded.

The Mayor.

You must, man, here. Build my Arrest-house,
My Pest-house and my festive Guest-house,
Build all, the Mad-house comprehending,
And who'll ask, where the Church wants mending?
And why condemn it now to fall?
'Twas well enough a while ago.

Brand.

Possibly; <g>now</g> it is too small.