And as he entred the Opera door,
They seiz’d him fast, and squeezed sore
His hands and arms in the squabble,
The guards around kept off the rabble,
Who had the Prince in great esteem,
And wish’d their help him to redeem,
His servants and each favourite
Were strictly order’d to retreat;
Sword and pistols from him did wrest,
This comes French vows to at the best.