fear.

Omnes. How? How?

C. Wal. Do you see this hour-glass?--Here's the state:
This air stands for the idlers;--this sand for the workers.
When all the sand has run to the bottom, God in heaven just turns
the hour-glass, and then--

C. Hugo. The world's upside down.

C. Wal. And the Lord have mercy upon us!

Omnes. On us? Do you call us the idlers?

C. Wal. Some dare to do so--But fear not--In the fulness of time,
all that's lightest is sure to come to the top again.

C. Hugo. But what rascal calls us idlers?

Omnes. Name, name.

C. Wal. Why, if you ask me--I heard a shrewd sermon the other day
on that same idleness and immorality text of the Abbot's.--'Twas
Conrad, the Princess's director, preached it. And a fashionable cap
it is, though it will fit more than will like to wear it. Shall I
give it you? Shall I preach?

C. Hugo. A tub for Varila! Stand on the table, now, toss back thy
hood like any Franciscan, and preach away.