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- I'm myself, as the saying goes, fairly cleaned out-
THE OLD MAN
- You surely can't mean it? His Highness a beggar?
PEER
- Completely. His Highness's ego's in pawn.
- And it's all your fault, you accursed trolls!
- That's what comes of keeping bad company.
THE OLD MAN
- So there came my hope toppling down from its perch again!
- Good-bye! I had best struggle on to the town-
PEER
- What would you do there?
THE OLD MAN
- I will go to the theatre.
- The papers are clamouring for national talents-
PEER
- Good luck on your journey; and greet them from me.
- If I can but get free, I will go the same way.
- A farce I will write them, a mad and profound one;
- its name shall be: "Sic transit gloria mundi."
- [He runs off along the road; the OLD MAN shouts after him.]