XIV

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XIV

Still thirst fresh draughts of wine compels

To cool the cutlets’ seething grease,

When the sonorous Bréguet tells

Of the commencement of the piece.

A critic of the stage malicious,

A slave of actresses capricious,

Onegin was a citizen

Of the domains of the side-scene.

To the theatre he repairs

Where each young critic ready stands,

Capers applauds with clap of hands,

With hisses Cleopatra scares,

Moina recalls for this alone

That all may hear his voice’s tone.