naked and bare, And old ones, veil'd more prudently. For my sake only
courteous be! The trouble's small, the sport is rare. Of instruments I hear the
cursed din One must get used to it. Come in! come in! There's now no help
for it. I'll step before And introducing you as my good friend, Confer on you
one obligation more. How say you now? 'Tis no such paltry room; Why only
look, you scarce can see the end. A hundred fires in rows disperse the gloom;
They dance, they talk, they cook, make love, and drink: Where could we find
To introduce us, do you purpose here As devil or as wizard to appear?