submissive bows before that glance, And the proud heel upon his neck adores.

 Bad are the times! Ladies and gentlemen Who once before my cage in thronging crescents Crowded, now honor operas, and then Ibsen, with their so highly valued presence. [Page 8] My boarders here are so in want of fodder That they reciprocally devour each other. How well off at the theater is a player, Sure of the meat upon his ribs, albeit His frightful hunger may tear him and he it And colleagues' inner cupboards be quite bare!— Greatness in art we struggle to inherit, Although the salary never match the merit.

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 What see you, whether in light or sombre plays? House-animals, whose morals all must praise, Who wreak pale spites in vegetarian ways, And revel in an easy cry or fret, Just like those others—down in the parquet. This hero has a head by one dram swirled; That is in doubt whether his love be right; A third you hear despairing of the world,— Full five acts long you hear him wail his plight, And no man ends him with a merciful sleight! But the real beast, the beautiful, wild beast, Your eyes on that, I, ladies, only feast!

 You see the Tiger, that habitually Devours whatever falls before his bound; The Bear, so ravenous originally, Who at a late night-meal sinks dead to ground; You see the Monkey, little and amusing, From sheer ennui his petty powers abusing,— He has some talent, of all greatness scant, So, impudently, coquettes with his own want! Upon my soul, within my tent's a mammal, See, right behind the curtain, here,—a Camel! And all my creatures fawn about my feet [Page 9] When my revolver cracks—

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(He shoots into the audience.)

Behold! Brutes tremble all around me. I am cold: The man stays cold,—you, with respect, to greet.

Behold!

 Walk in!—You hardly trust yourselves in here?— Then very well, judge for yourselves! Each sphere Has sent its crawling creatures to your telling: Chameleons and serpents, crocodiles, Dragons, and salamanders chasm-dwelling,— I know, of course, you're full of quiet smiles And don't believe a syllable I say.—

(He lifts the entrance-flap and calls into the tent.)

Hi, Charlie!—bring our Serpent just this way!

(A stage-hand with a big paunch carries out the actress of Lulu in her Pierrot costume, and 

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