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WILLIAM TELL.
I’m warm with walking.
Ah! I’m cold without.

Where ’s Michael ? ©

All behind, of course; the bore!
Behind! He promised to be here by four.
Hast met Bill Tell ?

No, Verner ; no such treat.
Bills in these times are difficult to meet.

But see; here’s Michael.

Enter MICHAEL.
Welcome, Mike!

Alas !
It seems we ’ve all come to this precious Pass.
Your news ?
The Daily News! It’s all alike.
Wouldst hear it ?

To be sure.
Cut away, Mike.

Gesler, whose tyranny knows ne’er a truce,

Still rules the roast, and cooks the Switzer’s goose,
With corn and malt tax makes the quarterns dear,
And robs the poor man of his cherish’d beer

(For the once merry Swiss boy of the vale

No longer of a morning “ takes his pale”).