By the carcase of Charlemagne, I’m dog-aweary
Of twanging these gutstrings for breakfast.
PANTALOON
And us, too,
Of dancing from Venice to Pekin, for sixpence.—
My slippers need soling.
PUNCHINELLO
My poor hump is hollow!
CAPO.
Our journey is ended! Nimble Sir Harlequin,