Second Off. Spell 't king or president, it means the same.
First Off. But with Bolderez ours, the truce should last.
Second Off. Why, 't may, till night. Bolderez, friend,
Is not the revolution.
First Off. He's the heft of 't,
And's made a full surrender.
Second Off. Made his terms!
His officers are guardians of the State,
And he—he's stallion of the court, submits
To curb and comb that he may prouder prance
And keep the herd at stare. Surrender? Lord!
I think it!
[Enter Third Officer, from left]
Third Off. What's stirring, friends?
Second Off. Sleep-walkers.
Third Off. Ay,
This amnesty makes idlers.
Second Off. So to-day,
But work brews for to-morrow.