PANTOMIME.
Reading edition
PIERROT, no sentimental swain, Washes a pâté down again With furtive flagons, white and red.
Cassandre, to chasten his content, Greets with a tear of sentiment His nephew disinherited.
That blackguard of a Harlequin Pirouettes, and plots to win His Colombine that flits and flies.
Colombine dreams, and starts to find A sad heart sighing in the wind, And in her heart a voice that sighs.