ANSELM
And you, who heed the colors of this show,
Look to your laughter!--It doth body forth
A Judgment that may take you unaware,--
Sun-struck with mirth, like unto chattering leaves
Some wind of wrath shall scourge to nothingness.

HANS, AXEL, AND OTHERS
Hurrah, Hurrah!

JACOBUS
And now, good townsmen all,
Seeing we stand delivered and secure
As once yon chosen creatures of the Ark,
For a similitude,--our famine gone,
Our plague of rats and mice,--

CROWD
Hurrah--hurrah!

JACOBUS
'Tis meet we render thanks more soberly--

HANS the Butcher
Soberly, soberly, ay!--

JACOBUS
For our deliverance.
And now, ye wit, it will be full three days
Since we beheld--our late departed pest.--