Tarry a little, summer, crowd not so All glory and gladness in so brief a day, Teach all thy dancing flowers a step more slow, And bid thy wild musicians softlier play, O hast thou thought, that like a madman spends, The longest summer ends.

At 8 o'clock a band of musicians enters, and, sitting down, begins a series of cacophonous sounds on a drum.

He gave the musicians instruction as to the tunes, how they were to be played, in what succession, at what hour of the night.