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Rh For hours and hours that dismal actor walked And talked, and talked, and talked, and talked, Till lethargy upon the parson crept, And sleepy serenely slept.




 * He slept away until
 * The farce that closed the bill
 * Had warned him not to stay,
 * And then he went away.

"I thought," said he, "I was a dreary thing, I thought my voice quite destitute of ring, I thought my ranting could distract the brain, But oh! I hadn't been to Drury Lane.


 * "Forgive me, Drury Lane,
 * Thou penitential fane,
 * Where sinners should be cast
 * To mourn their wicked past!"