The Gallic blower, for like treatment hoping,
Grins at the Portuguese who grinds adjacent.
What a charivari! Oh, I must stop it!
I say, you rascal with the hurdy-gurdy,
More than enough of that vile shindy; drop it!
And you, my brazen, blatant, would-be VERDI,
Hush that confounded horn, or go and blow it
At—Jericho. My walls you will not tumble
By windy shindy, and you ought to know it.
Horn-Player. Bah! ze old hombogs! He sall growl and grumble