American papers give long extracts from the *Mountebanks," Gilbert's new play. Home of At the outset the brigands enter to this introduction We are members of a secret society, Working by the moon's uncertain disk Our motto is Revenge without anxiety 'That is, without unnecessary risk We pass' our nights on damp straw and squalid hay When trade is not particularly brisk But now and then we take a little holiday.
And spend our honest earnings in a frisk Five hundred years ago 'Our ancestor's next-door neighbour 'Had a mother whose brother, By some means or other, Incurred three mantis' hard labour, This wrongful sentence, though On his head he contrived to do it, As it tarnished our scutcheon, Which never had a touch on, We swore mankind should rue i The comes a lively chorus on the part of the girls, consequent on the report that the Duke and Duchess ut Pallavichini are to pass through the village
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