The audience curs’d such long delay:
They scream’d—they roar’d—they loudly bawl’d.
And with their cat-calls sweetly squall’d:
Th’ impatient monarch storm’d and rav’d—
“The queen, dread sire, is not quite shav’d!”
Was bellow’d by the prompter loud—
This cogent reason was allow’d
As well by king as noisy crowd.