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..