A moment more and Frenzy will beat his drum

And laugh aloud and scream;

And I must dance in the dream.

No, no, but it is like a hawk, a hawk of the air,

It has swooped down—and this swoop makes the third—

And what can I, but tremble like a bird?

Fool

Give me a penny.

Wise Man

That I should dream it twice, and after that, that they should pick it out.