Right! out with him who takes offence!
A! tara lara da!
ALTMAYER
A! tara lara da!
FROSCH
Our throats are tuned. Come let's commence!
(Sings)
The holy Roman empire now,
How holds it still together?
BRANDER
An ugly song! a song political!
A song offensive! Thank God, every morn
To rule the Roman empire, that you were not born!
I bless my stars at least that mine is not
Either a kaiser's or a chancellor's lot.
Yet 'mong ourselves should one still lord it o'er the rest;
That we elect a pope I now suggest.
Ye know, what quality ensures
A man's success, his rise secures.
Faoscn (sings)
Bear, lady nightingale above,
Ten thousand greetings to my love.