"Keep clear the town, you cannot pass inside,
The Prince is here, with other things to do
Than stare at gangs of strollers such as you."
But I am billed to play here; and must play.
No must at all. You cannot play to-day,
Nor pitch your tents within the city bound.
Where can I, then?
Go, find some other ground.
Pass through the city. You can pitch and play
One mile beyond it, after five to-day.
One mile beyond, what use is that to me?
Those are the rules, here printed, you can see.
But let me see the Mayor, to make sure.
These are his printed orders, all secure.
Pass through or back, you must not linger here,
Blocking the road with all this circus gear.
Which will you do, then: back or pass along?