Fortune's pranks are so astounding
That her whims none can foresee;
Sure, I find them so confounding
Smiles nor tears come not to me.
Heaven itself is scarcely steady,
O'er our heads it's turning yet,
Mankind then had best be ready
For a daily somerset.
Mischief, when his legs can trip it
When his arms are pliant still
Is so lovable a snippet
That he's sure of your good will!
THE SPECTATORS.
(Show their approval.)
THE FIRST THEATRE MANAGER.
I'll engage this puppy as the youngest Punchinello in the business.——We will wander to-night per pedes Apostulorum to Siena, where my company presents tragedy, farce and tragic-comedy. From thence to Modena, to Perugia——
THE KING.
Before we reach Perugia, I shall have to break my contract. I am banished that city under pain of death.
THE FIRST THEATRE MANAGER.
Under what name did that happen to you, my young friend?
THE KING.