The grand tiers' heads look'd old and strange,
Unresting was box-keeper's key,
For those who something came to see,
Within the dismal five-acts' range.
She only said, "It readeth dreary;
No pathos and no fun."
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
Before it hath begun."
Her yawns came with the first act even;
Her yawns came ere the third was tried.