You see; denied a chance; denied bare bread.

King Cole:

I know the stony road that artists tread.

[Pg 43]The Showman:

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You take it very mildly, if you do.

How would you act if this were done to you?

King Cole:

Go to the Mayor.

The Showman:

I am not that kind,

I'll kneel to no Court prop with painted rind.

You and your snivelling to them may go hang.

I say: "God curse the Prince and all his gang."

The Wife:

Ah, no, my dear, for Life hurts everyone,

Without our cursing. Let the poor Prince be;

We artist folk are happier folk than he,

Hard as it is.

The Showman:

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