When shall we
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done
When the battle's lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time."
I hope to G-d we remember our lines.
We open tonight...