No More Learning
That's right, just throw him out, who
undertakes
to fret!
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
You hog twice o'er!
_Frosch_.
You wanted it, what would you more?
_Siebel_ Out of the door with them that brawl!
Strike up a round; swill, shout there, one and all!
Wake up!
Hurra!
_Altmayer_.
Woe's me, I'm lost!
Bring cotton!
The rascal splits my ear-drum.
_Siebel_.
Only shout on!
When all the arches ring and yell,
Then does the base make felt its true ground-swell.
_Frosch_.
That's right, just throw him out, who
undertakes
to fret!
A!
tara!
lara da!
_Altmayer_.
A!
tara!
lara da!
_Frosch_.
Our whistles all are wet.
[_Sings_.
]
The dear old holy Romish realm,
What holds it still together?
_Brander_.
A sorry song!
Fie!
a political song!
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