THE GROUNDLING


I am become the groundling

I sit within the Globe.

Wherein I watch the play,

Shakespeares play is good today.

Yesterday I was a king

Statesmen would flock to kiss the ring,

Upon my finger and linger

For some cast off Grace.

But now I have to face

For me the choirs no longer sing,

I am become the Groundling.

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