ALTMAYER
Ah, tara, lara, da!
FROSCH
The throats are tuned, commence!
(Sings.)
The dear old holy Roman realm,
How does it hold together?
BRANDER
A nasty song! Fie! a political song—
A most offensive song! Thank God, each morning, therefore,
That you have not the Roman realm to care for!
At least, I hold it so much gain for me,
That I nor Chancellor nor Kaiser be.
Yet also we must have a ruling head, I hope,
And so we’ll choose ourselves a Pope.
You know the quality that can
Decide the choice, and elevate the man.
FROSCH
(sings)
Soar up, soar up, Dame Nightingale!
Ten thousand times my sweetheart hail!
SIEBEL
No, greet my sweetheart not! I tell you, I’ll resent it.