And in his t'other shirt with his Brickdusta lies.
Scene IV.
Grizzle (solus). Where art thou, Grizzle?[104] where are now thy glories?
Where are the drums that waken thee to honour?
Greatness is a laced coat from Monmouth Street,
Which fortune lends us for a day to wear,
To-morrow puts it on another's back.
The spiteful sun but yesterday survey'd
His rival high as Saint Paul's cupola;