and hired a professor from Lyons, who had so much in his head
that he was forced to wear a great full-bottom wig to cover it.
Then he took a fencing-master, and a dancing-master, and a music-master;
and then he learned to paint; and at last it was said that
young Claude was to go to Paris, and set up for a painter.
The lads laughed at him at first; but he is a stout fellow,
is Claude, and as brave as a lion, and soon taught them to laugh
the wrong side of their mouths; and now all the boys swear by him,
and all the girls pray for him.

Beau. A promising youth, certainly! And why do they call him Prince?

Land. Partly because he is at the head of them all, and partly
because he has such a proud way with him, and wears such fine clothes--
and, in short, looks like a prince.

Beau. And what could have turned the foolish fellow's brain?
The Revolution, I suppose?

Land. Yes--the revolution that turns us all topsy-turvy--
the revolution of Love.

Beau. Romantic young Corydon! And with whom is he in love?

Land. Why--but it is a secret, gentlemen.

Beau. Oh! certainly.

Land. Why, then, I hear from his mother, good soul! that it is no
less a person than the Beauty of Lyons, Pauline Deschappelles.