By certain, that “the piper’s dead.”
Others cried out, “The man is here,
And will immediately appear.”
The curtain draws, the lightnings flash,
The gods speak out their usual trash.
An ode, not to the Piper known,
Was to the chorus leader shown,
Which he was order’d to repeat,
And which was closed with this conceit—
“Receive with joy, O loyal Rome,