In hâc odor implens caelos,
In hâc semper festum melos!
Prince Henry.
Do you observe that monk among the train,
Who pours from his great throat the roaring bass,
As a cathedral spout pours out the rain,
And this way turns his rubicund, round face?
Elsie.
It is the same who, on the Strasburg square,
Preached to the people in the open air.