The world is a bungle! A wretched arrangement,
When a right must be proved that is patent as day!
An Old Man, bent with age, with a staff in his hand and a bag on his back, is trudging in front of him.
The Old Man.
[Stops.]
Dear, kind sir—a trifle to a houseless soul!
Peer.
Excuse me; I’ve got no small change in my pocket——
The Old Man.
Prince Peer! Oh, to think we should meet again——!