quod sceptrum vibrat ferulae, quod multa supellex virgea, quod fallax scuticam praetexit aluta, quod fervent trepido subsellia vestra tumultu, pompa loci et vani fucatur scaena timoris.
That he brandishes the cane for sceptre, that he has a full outfit of birches, that he has a tawse artfully hidden in innocent washleather, that scared confusion sets your benches abuzz, is but the outward show of the place and painted scenery to cause idle fears.
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