King Cole:
They are some soldiers of the bodyguard.
I hope, the heralds of your fortune's change.
"Now take this frowsy circus off the range,"
The soldiers at the city entrance cried;
"Keep clear the town, you cannot pass inside,
The Prince is here, with other things to do
Than stare at gangs of strollers such as you."
The Showman:
But I am billed to play here; and must play.
The Soldiers:
No must at all. You cannot play to-day,
Nor pitch your tents within the city bound.
The Showman:
Where can I, then?