SECOND SERVANT. Who gave you this licence, pray?
CLARIN. No one gave; I took it.
SIGISMUND. Who
Art thou, speak?
CLARIN. A meddling fellow,
Prating, prying, fond of scrapes,
General of all jackanapes,
And most merry when most mellow.
SIGISMUND. You alone in this new sphere
Have amused me.
CLARIN. That's quite true, sir,
For I am the great amuser
Of all Sigismunds who are here.
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SCENE IV.
ASTOLFO, SIGISMUND, CLARIN, Servants, and Musicians.
ASTOLFO. Thousand tunes be blest the day,
Prince, that gives thee to our sight,
Sun of Poland, whose glad light
Makes this whole horizon gay,
As when from the rosy fountains
Of the dawn the stream-rays run,
Since thou issuest like the sun
From the bosom of the mountains!
And though late do not defer
With thy sovran light to shine;
Round thy brow the laurel twine —
Deathless crown.