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's start work at once. You build the walls, I'll manage the finance. _Enter Chorus of Boys derisively_. Remus and Romulus built up a wall. Romulus and Remus, mind you don't fall. (_Strophe_) Romulus and Remus, nice pair of schemers, How does your city grow? Bricks and cabbages, sticks and rubbishes, And mud pies all anyhow. 1. The author is not quite sure what strophe and antistrophe mean, but they appear to come in tragically here. 2. Rubbishes is apparently the nearest rhyme to cabbages which the chorus can lay hands on for the moment. (_Antistrophe_) Hee-haw, Remus can saw, Romulus tries to make plaster. They shall have a penny a day, What a pity they cannot work faster! _Rom. (throwing stones_). Aroint thee! Hold your row! Shut up! Go home. Don't interfere with men who are building Rome. _Rem. (sings_). 'Mid damp clay and sandy chalk, and blue slate and loam, Be it ever so Roman, there'll be no town like Rome. So all do your worst, we care not who come, There's no town like Rome, there's no town like Rome. Rome! Rome! Great, great Rome! There's no town like Rome, there's no town like Rome. _Chorus, disgusted_. How do these busy little lads Delight to toil and fag, And swagger like a pair of cads, And boast and crow and brag. (_Exeunt with their noses in the air_.) _Rom_. Thank goodness they are gone. Now, old chap, to work. Sit up! you're getting lazy. Come, don't shirk. _Rem. (turning red_). I getting lazy! Like your awful cheek! I've done more in a day than you in a week. _Rom_. Ha, ha! ho, he! My! that's a pretty joke. Look what I've done. _You've_ hardly done a stroke. _Rem_. If that's your tune, you're free to do it all. _Your_ work, indeed! Do you call _this_ a wall? I'd hop it on one foot. Ho, ho! A pretty town. A puff of wind would blow your rampart down. _Rom_. Hop it, you ass? I'd like to see you try. I promise you shall know the reason why. _Rem. (laughing_). Stupid old Romulus Sat on a tumulus Trying to build a town, There came this young brother, One foot over t'other, And knocked his precious wall down. Hurroo! here goes! stand clear! this for your wall! What care I if from now to Christmas Day you bawl? (_Hops over the wall, knocking off the top course_.) Missed it! Hard luck! I'll try again! Stand by! I gue
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