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Rh Our Baro!—

My dear! How dares he venture!…

Fairest ones, Radiate, bloom, hold to our lips the cup Of dreams intoxicating, Hebe-like! Or, when death strikes, charm death with your sweet smiles; Inspire our verse, but—criticise it not!

We must give back the entrance fees!

Bellerose, You make the first intelligent remark! Would I rend Thespis' sacred mantle? Nay!

Catch then the purse I throw, and hold your peace!

Ah! Oh!

At this price, you've authority

To come each night, and stop Clorise, Sir!