Foolish man,
The Kings are here now. We must hit on a plan
To change all these titles as fast as we can.
`Bouquet Imperatrice. Tut! Tut! Give
me some ink --
`Bouquet de la Reine, what do you think?
Not the same receipt?
Now, Martin, put away your conceit.
Who will ever know?
`Extract of Nobility -- excellent, since most of them are killed.
But, Monsieur Antoine --
You are self-willed,
Martin. You need a salve
For your conscience, do you?
Very well, well halve
The compliments, also the pastes and dentifrices;
Send some to the Kings, and some to the Empresses.
`Oil of Bitter Almonds -- the Empress Josephine can have that.
`Oil of Parma Violets fits the other one pat.
Rap! Rap! Bang!
What a hideous clatter!
Blaise seems determined to batter
That poor old turkey into bits,
And pound to jelly my excellent wits.
Come, come, Martin, you mustnt shirk.
`The night cometh soon -- etc. Dont jerk
Me up like that. `Essence de la Valliere --
That has a charmingly Bourbon air.
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