... from the dark Park, hark, The signal of the setting sun—one gun! And six is sounding from the chime, prime time To go and see the Drury-Lane, Dane slain,— Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out,— Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch;— Or else to see Ducrow with wide stride ride Four horses as no other man can ... — The Book of Humorous Verse • Various
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