In this free country.

A Policeman:

What's the trouble here?

The Showman:

A redcoat dog, in need of a thick ear.

The Policeman:

The show turned back? No, sergeant, let them through.[Pg 42]

[Pg 42]

They can't turn back, because the Prince is due.

Best let them pass.

The Sergeant:

Then pass; and read the rules

Another time.

The Showman:

You fat, red-coated fools.

The Policeman:

Pass right along.

 They passed. Beyond the town A farmer gave them leave to settle down In a green field beside the Oxford road. There the spent horses ceased to drag the load; The tent was pitched beneath a dropping sky, The green-striped tent with all its gear awry. The men drew close to grumble: in the van The showman parted from the wandering man. 

They passed. Beyond the town

The Showman:

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