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(At rise, is seen the entrance to a tent, out of which steps an animal-tamer, with long, black curls, dressed in a white cravat, a vermilion dress-coat, white trowsers and white top-boots. He carries in his left hand a dog-whip and in his right a loaded revolver, and enters to the sound of cymbals and kettle-drums.) Walk in! Walk in to the menagery, Proud gentlemen and ladies lively and merry! With avid lust or cold disgust, the very Beast without Soul bound and made secondary To human genius, to stay and see! Walk in, the show'll begin!—As customary, One child to each two persons comes in free. Here battle man and brute in narrow cages Where one in haught disdain his long whip lashes And one, with growls as when the thunder rages, Against the man's throat murderously dashes,— Where now the crafty conquers, now the strong, Now man, now beast, lies cowed the floor along; The animal rears,—the human on all fours! One ice-cold look of dominance— The beast submissive bows before that glance, And the proud heel upon his neck adores. Bad are the times! Ladies and gentlemen Who once before my cage in thronging crescents Crowded, now honor operas, and then Ibsen, with their so highly valued presence. My boarders here are so in want of fodder That they reciprocally devour each Other. How well off at the theater is a player, Sure of the meat upon his ribs, albeit His frightful hunger may tear him and he it And colleagues' inner cupboards be quite bare!— Greatness in art we struggle to inherit, Although the salary never match the merit. What see you, whether in light or sombre plays? House-animals, whose morals all must praise, Who wreak pale spites in vegetarian ways, And revel in an easy cry or fret, Just like those Others—down in the parquet. This hero has a head by one dram swirled; That is in doubt whether his love be right; A third you hear despairing of the world,— Full five acts long you hear him wail his plight, And no man ends him with a merciful sleight! But the real beast, the beautiful, wild beast, Your eyes on that, I, ladies, only feast

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