THE THEATRE.
"Nam quae pervincere voces Evaluere sonum referunt quem nostra Theatra?"
I.
The theatre was filling fast,
As through the open door there passed
A stranger with a scarlet tie,
That instantly provoked the cry
Of "Turn him out!"
II.
His nose was red, his lips beneath,
In frequent smiles disclosed his teeth,
And upward when he turned his eye,
In ceaseless hubbub came the cry,
"Ugh! Turn him out!"
III.
"Stay, stay," a master said, "and rest,
The 'Vice' cares little how you're dressed,"
But loud from undergraduate lung
The cry continually rung,
"Ugh! Turn him out!"
IV.
The public orator began
To spout his Latin like a man;
His lips moved fast, but not a word
Was audible; we only heard,
"Ugh! Turn him out!"
V.
The Gaisford and the Newdigate
And Stanhope shared no better fate;
No single voice could drown the cry
That roared out from the gallery,
"Ugh! Turn him out!"
VI.
The 'Vice' rose up from off his chair,
And raised his finger in the air,
And gently strove the noise to quell,
But louder came the ceaseless yell,
"Ugh! Turn him out."
VII.
I left the place with aching brain,
And deafened ear that throbbed again,
And as I sauntered down the High,
Upon the breeze I heard the cry,
"Ugh! Turn him out!"
Lays of Modern Oxford (Chapman and Hall, 1874.)