Shoot if you must this old gray head, King Henry of Navarre!
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue crested crags of Drachenfels,
My name is Norval on the Grampion Hills, ring out wild bells!”
“If you’re waking call me early, to be or not to be,
The curfew must not ring to-night. Oh! woodman spare that tree!
Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on! and let who will be clever!
The boy stood on the burning deck, but I go on forever!”
(Bows and takes seat.)
Teacher (smilingly). “Now, children, what would you say if I should make a few remarks?”
All together (as in fire drill) “Form a line and march outdoors.”