(While a dark cloud appeareth on the horizon.)

Gay summer too high on her wings!

And chant us thy requiem of Kings!"

(Consternation among revellers. The King starteth up, but Puck singeth:)

(While the lightning flasheth.)

How nimbly they dance!

Is the light of their glance.

(And the revellers.)

How brightly he shines!

Drink deep of his wines.

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(He rolleth his parchment and speaketh.)

And the heart and soul of devil-may-care

To do and to dare! to do and to dare!"

(The Revellers.)

(While the storm rageth.)

How they clink as we drink!

Too pleasant to think.

(And the court adjourneth.)

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