The house of kings and heroes lack'd repairs,
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And Peter, though reluctant, served the players:
Connected thus, he heard in way polite,—
"Come, Master Nottage, see us play to-night."
At first 'twas folly, nonsense, idle stuff,
But seen for nothing it grew well enough;
And better now—now best, and every night
In this fool's paradise he drank delight;
And, as he felt the bliss, he wish'd to know