For thousands must have come to see the Prince,

And all are here, all wanting fun. And since

The grass was green, all men have loved a show.

Success is here, so let your trouble go.

[Pg 32]The Showman:

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Well, blessings on your heart for speaking so;

It may be that the tide will turn at last.

But royal tours have crossed me in the past

And killed my show, and maybe will again.

One hopes for little after months of rain,

And the little that one hopes one does not get.

The Wife:

Look, Will, the city gates with sentries set.

The Showman:

It looks to me as if the road were barred.

King Cole:

They are some soldiers of the bodyguard.

I hope, the heralds of your fortune's change.

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