(Rise inner Curtain, the market place.) Enter several jolly Monks.
1st. (Sings) Ours be a jolly life,
No care nor ill have we,
We neither toil nor starve nor beg,
But live right merrily.
All. No wife to scold, no child to squall,
An’ put us on the rack;
We drink good wine, we kiss the maids,
An’ the Pope is at our back.
2nd. So here’s unto the jolly monk, (all grasp hands),