. In the days of the guild . THE MARIONETTES After the council comes the feast—and thenJongleurs and minstrels, and the sudden songThat wakes the trumpets and the din of war,—*But now the Cesars mood is for a jest. Fellow—you juggler with the puppet-show,The Emperor permits you to come , yes,—the five wise virgins—very certainly can be no harm in bride, methinks, is somewhat like Matilda,Wife of Duke Henry whom they call the , to be sure—the little hoods and cloaksAll tricked out with the arms of way—be brisk now—to the banquet-hall. Tis clever—here

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. In the days of the guild . THE MARIONETTES After the council comes the feast—and thenJongleurs and minstrels, and the sudden songThat wakes the trumpets and the din of war,—*But now the Cesars mood is for a jest. Fellow—you juggler with the puppet-show,The Emperor permits you to come , yes,—the five wise virgins—very certainly can be no harm in bride, methinks, is somewhat like Matilda,Wife of Duke Henry whom they call the , to be sure—the little hoods and cloaksAll tricked out with the arms of way—be brisk now—to the banquet-hall. Tis clever—here come bride and bride-maidens With lights in silvern lanterns. Very good. Milan had puppet-shows, but none, I venture, So well set forth as this. . No Lombard here, He speaks pure French. Aha, the jester comes! A biting satire, yes, a merry jape,— The Bear that aped the Lion! A good song, Twill please the Saxon, surely. Now, what next? Here come the foolish virgins all arrayd In mourning veils, with l

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