Ho! ho! ho! ho!
Firmilian.
My brain is whirling like a potter’s wheel!
O Nemesis!
Chorus of Ignes Fatui.
The Muses sing in their charmed ring,
And Apollo weeps for him who sleeps,
Alas! on a hard and a stony pillow—
Haverillo! Haverillo!
Firmilian.
Ho! ho! ho! ho!
Firmilian.
My brain is whirling like a potter’s wheel!
O Nemesis!
Chorus of Ignes Fatui.
The Muses sing in their charmed ring,
And Apollo weeps for him who sleeps,
Alas! on a hard and a stony pillow—
Haverillo! Haverillo!
Firmilian.