To be put on wheels and dragged about the town?
Can such things be, can it be so!
What, make this classic pile a travelling show?
Tis true; ’tis pity chaps from Yankee land
Are coming over with the cash in hand.
Blow winds, crack cheeks, their paltry lucre spurn,
To what base uses may we not return.
Speculation—British nation, Oh, save the house from exportation!
Time was, and it seems but t’other day,
When we could see a real Shakesperian play,