Chrononhotonthologos:

King, Queen, Huncamunca, Courtiers.King.Open the prisons, set the wretched free,And bid our treasurer disburse six poundsTo pay their debts. Let no one weep to-day.Come, Dollallolla; curse that odious name![199]It is so long, it asks an hour to speak it.By heavens! I'll change it into Doll, or Loll,Or any other civil monosyllable,That will not tire my tongue. Come, sit thee down.Here seated let us view the dancers' sports;Bid 'em advance. This is the wedding-dayOf Princess Huncamunca and Tom Thumb;Tom Thumb! who wins two victories to-day,[200]And this way marches, bearing Grizzle's head.[A dance here.Nood.Oh! monstrous, dreadful, terrible—Oh! oh!Deaf be my ears, for ever blind my eyes!Dumb be my tongue! feet lame! all senses lost!Howl wolves; grunt, bears; hiss, snakes; shriek, all ye ghosts![201]King.What does the blockhead mean?Nood.I mean, my liege,Only to grace my tale with decent horror.[202]Whilst from my garret, twice two stories high,I look'd abroad into the streets below,I saw Tom Thumb attended by the mob;Twice twenty shoe-boys, twice two dozen links,Chairmen and porters, hackney-coachmen, drabs;Aloft he bore the grizly head of Grizzle;When of a sudden through the streets there cameA cow, of larger than the usual size,And in a moment—guess, oh! guess the rest!—And in a moment swallow'd up Tom Thumb.King.Shut up again the prisons, bid my treasurerNot give three farthings out—hang all the culprits,Guilty or not—no matter. Kill my cows!Go bid the schoolmasters whip all their boys!Let lawyers, parsons, and physicians loose,To rob, impose on, and to kill the world.Nood.Her majesty the queen is in a swoon.Queen.Not so much in a swoon but I have stillStrength to reward the messenger of ill news.[KillsNoodle.Nood.Oh! I am slain.Cle.My lover's kill'd, I will revenge him so.[Kills theQueen.Hunc.My mamma kill'd! vile murderess, beware.[KillsCleora.Dood.This for an old grudge to thy heart.[KillsHuncamunca.Must.And thisI drive to thine, O Doodle! for a new one.[KillsDoodle.King.Ha! murderess vile, take that.[KillsMust.And take thou this.[203][Kills himself, and falls.So when the child, whom nurse from danger guards,Sends Jack for mustard with a pack of cards,Kings, queens, and knaves, throw one another down,Till the whole pack lies scatter'd and o'erthrown;So all our pack upon the floor is cast,And all I boast is—that I fall the last.[Dies.

King, Queen, Huncamunca, Courtiers.

King.Open the prisons, set the wretched free,And bid our treasurer disburse six poundsTo pay their debts. Let no one weep to-day.Come, Dollallolla; curse that odious name![199]It is so long, it asks an hour to speak it.By heavens! I'll change it into Doll, or Loll,Or any other civil monosyllable,That will not tire my tongue. Come, sit thee down.Here seated let us view the dancers' sports;Bid 'em advance. This is the wedding-dayOf Princess Huncamunca and Tom Thumb;Tom Thumb! who wins two victories to-day,[200]And this way marches, bearing Grizzle's head.[A dance here.

King.Open the prisons, set the wretched free,

And bid our treasurer disburse six pounds

To pay their debts. Let no one weep to-day.

Come, Dollallolla; curse that odious name![199]

It is so long, it asks an hour to speak it.

By heavens! I'll change it into Doll, or Loll,

Or any other civil monosyllable,

That will not tire my tongue. Come, sit thee down.

Here seated let us view the dancers' sports;

Bid 'em advance. This is the wedding-day

Of Princess Huncamunca and Tom Thumb;

Tom Thumb! who wins two victories to-day,[200]

And this way marches, bearing Grizzle's head.[A dance here.

Nood.Oh! monstrous, dreadful, terrible—Oh! oh!Deaf be my ears, for ever blind my eyes!Dumb be my tongue! feet lame! all senses lost!Howl wolves; grunt, bears; hiss, snakes; shriek, all ye ghosts![201]

Nood.Oh! monstrous, dreadful, terrible—Oh! oh!

Deaf be my ears, for ever blind my eyes!

Dumb be my tongue! feet lame! all senses lost!

Howl wolves; grunt, bears; hiss, snakes; shriek, all ye ghosts![201]

King.What does the blockhead mean?

Nood.I mean, my liege,Only to grace my tale with decent horror.[202]Whilst from my garret, twice two stories high,I look'd abroad into the streets below,I saw Tom Thumb attended by the mob;Twice twenty shoe-boys, twice two dozen links,Chairmen and porters, hackney-coachmen, drabs;Aloft he bore the grizly head of Grizzle;When of a sudden through the streets there cameA cow, of larger than the usual size,And in a moment—guess, oh! guess the rest!—And in a moment swallow'd up Tom Thumb.

Nood.I mean, my liege,

Only to grace my tale with decent horror.[202]

Whilst from my garret, twice two stories high,

I look'd abroad into the streets below,

I saw Tom Thumb attended by the mob;

Twice twenty shoe-boys, twice two dozen links,

Chairmen and porters, hackney-coachmen, drabs;

Aloft he bore the grizly head of Grizzle;

When of a sudden through the streets there came

A cow, of larger than the usual size,

And in a moment—guess, oh! guess the rest!—

And in a moment swallow'd up Tom Thumb.

King.Shut up again the prisons, bid my treasurerNot give three farthings out—hang all the culprits,Guilty or not—no matter. Kill my cows!Go bid the schoolmasters whip all their boys!Let lawyers, parsons, and physicians loose,To rob, impose on, and to kill the world.

King.Shut up again the prisons, bid my treasurer

Not give three farthings out—hang all the culprits,

Guilty or not—no matter. Kill my cows!

Go bid the schoolmasters whip all their boys!

Let lawyers, parsons, and physicians loose,

To rob, impose on, and to kill the world.

Nood.Her majesty the queen is in a swoon.

Queen.Not so much in a swoon but I have stillStrength to reward the messenger of ill news.[KillsNoodle.

Queen.Not so much in a swoon but I have still

Strength to reward the messenger of ill news.[KillsNoodle.

Nood.Oh! I am slain.

Cle.My lover's kill'd, I will revenge him so.[Kills theQueen.

Hunc.My mamma kill'd! vile murderess, beware.[KillsCleora.

Dood.This for an old grudge to thy heart.[KillsHuncamunca.

Must.And thisI drive to thine, O Doodle! for a new one.[KillsDoodle.

Must.And this

I drive to thine, O Doodle! for a new one.[KillsDoodle.

King.Ha! murderess vile, take that.[KillsMust.And take thou this.[203][Kills himself, and falls.So when the child, whom nurse from danger guards,Sends Jack for mustard with a pack of cards,Kings, queens, and knaves, throw one another down,Till the whole pack lies scatter'd and o'erthrown;So all our pack upon the floor is cast,And all I boast is—that I fall the last.[Dies.

King.Ha! murderess vile, take that.[KillsMust.

And take thou this.[203][Kills himself, and falls.

So when the child, whom nurse from danger guards,

Sends Jack for mustard with a pack of cards,

Kings, queens, and knaves, throw one another down,

Till the whole pack lies scatter'd and o'erthrown;

So all our pack upon the floor is cast,

And all I boast is—that I fall the last.[Dies.

THE MOST TRAGICAL TRAGEDY, THAT EVER WAS TRAGEDIZ'D BY ANY COMPANY OF TRAGEDIANS.

——♦——

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

Chrononhotonthologos,King of Queerummania.Bombardinian,his General.Aldiborontiphoscophornio,Rigdum-Funnidos,[Courtiers.Captain of the Guards.Herald.Cook.Doctor.King of the Fiddlers.King of the Antipodes.Fadladinida,Queen of Queerummania.Tatlanthe,her favourite.Two Ladies of the Court.Two Ladies of Pleasure.Venus.Cupid.Guards and Attendants, &c.SCENE.—Queerummania.

To night our comic muse the buskin wears,And gives herself no small romantic airs;Struts in heroics, and in pompous verseDoes the minutest incidents rehearse;In ridicule's strict retrospect displaysThe poetasters of these modern days:Who with big bellowing bombast rend our ears,Which, stript of sound, quite void of sense appears;Or else their fiddle-faddle numbers flow,Serenely dull, elaborately low.Either extreme, when vain pretenders take,The actor suffers for the author's sake.The quite-tir'd audience lose whole hours; yet payTo go unpleas'd and unimprov'd away.This being our scheme, we hope you will excuseThe wild excursion of the wanton museWho out of frolic wears a mimic mask,And sets herself so whimsical a task:'Tis meant to please, but if should offend,It's very short, and soon will have an end.

To night our comic muse the buskin wears,

And gives herself no small romantic airs;

Struts in heroics, and in pompous verse

Does the minutest incidents rehearse;

In ridicule's strict retrospect displays

The poetasters of these modern days:

Who with big bellowing bombast rend our ears,

Which, stript of sound, quite void of sense appears;

Or else their fiddle-faddle numbers flow,

Serenely dull, elaborately low.

Either extreme, when vain pretenders take,

The actor suffers for the author's sake.

The quite-tir'd audience lose whole hours; yet pay

To go unpleas'd and unimprov'd away.

This being our scheme, we hope you will excuse

The wild excursion of the wanton muse

Who out of frolic wears a mimic mask,

And sets herself so whimsical a task:

'Tis meant to please, but if should offend,

It's very short, and soon will have an end.

Scene.—An Anti-Chamber in the Palace.

EnterRigdum-FunnidosandAldiborontiphoscophornio.Rig-Fun.Aldiborontiphoscophornio!Where left you Chrononhotonthologos?Aldi.Fatigu'd with the tremendous toils of war,Within his tent, on downy couch succumbent,Himself he unfatigues with gentle slumbers,Lull'd by the cheerful trumpets gladsome clangour,The noise of drums, and thunder of artillery,He sleeps supine amidst the din of war.And yet 'tis not definitively sleep;Rather a kind of doze, a waking slumber,That sheds a stupefaction o'er his senses;For now he nods and snores; anon he starts;Then nods and snores again. If this be sleep,Tell me, ye gods! what mortal man's awake!What says my friend to this?Rig.-Fun.Say! I say he sleeps dog-sleep: What a plaguewould you have me say?Aldi.O impious thought! O curst insinuation!As if great ChrononhotonthologosTo animals detestable and vileHad aught the least similitude!Rig.My dear friend! you entirely misapprehend me: Idid not call the king dog by craft; I was only going to tell youthat the soldiers have just now receiv'd their pay, and are all asdrunk as so many swabbers.Aldi.Give orders instantly that no more moneyBe issued to the troops. Meantime, my friend,Let the baths be filled with seas of coffee,To stupefy their souls into sobriety.Rig.I fancy you had better banish the sutlers, and blow theGeneva casks to the devil.Aldi.Thou counsel'st well, my Rigdum-Funnidos,And reason seems to father thy advice.But soft!—The king in pensive contemplationSeems to resolve on some important doubt;His soul, too copious for his earthly fabric,Starts forth, spontaneous, in soliloquy,And makes his tongue the midwife of his mind.Let us retire, lest we disturb his solitude.[They retire.EnterKing.King.This god of sleep is watchful to torment me,And rest is grown a stranger to my eyes:Sport not with Chrononhotonthologos,Thou idle slumb'rer, thou detested Somnus:For if thou dost, by all the waking pow'rs,I'll tear thine eyeballs from their leaden sockets,And force thee to outstare eternity.[Exit in a huff.Re-enterRigdumandAldiboronti.Rig.The king is in a most vile passion! Pray who is thisMr. Somnus he's so angry withal?Aldi.The son of Chaos and of Erebus.Incestuous pair! brother of Mors relentless,Whose speckled robe, and wings of blackest hue,Astonish all mankind with hideous glare;Himself with sable plumes, to men benevolent,Brings downy slumbers and refreshing sleep.Rig-Fun.This gentleman may come of a very good family,for aught I know; but I would not be in his place for the world.Aldi.But, lo! the king his footsteps this way bending,His cogitative faculties immers'dIn cogibundity of cogitation:Let silence close our folding-doors of speech,Till apt attention tell our heart the purportOf this profound profundity of thought.Re-enterKing,Nobles,andAttendants,&c.King.It is resolv'd. Now, Somnus, I defy thee,And from mankind ampute thy curs'd dominion.These royal eyes thou never more shalt close.Henceforth let no man sleep, on pain of death:Instead of sleep, let pompous pageantryKeep all mankind eternally awake.Bid Harlequino decorate the stageWith all magnificence of decoration:Giants and giantesses, dwarfs and pigmies,Songs, dances, music in its amplest order,Mimes, pantomimes, and all the magic motionOf scene deceptiosive and sublime.[The flat scene draws.[TheKingis seated, and a grand pantomime entertainment is performed, in the midst of which enters aCaptain of the Guard.Capt.To arms! to arms! great Chrononhotonthologos!Th' antipodean pow'rs from realms belowHave burst the solid entrails of the earth;Gushing such cataracts of forces forth,This world is too incopious to contain 'em:Armies on armies, march in form stupendous;Not like our earthly regions, rank by rank,But tier o'er tier, high pil'd from earth to heaven;A blazing bullet, bigger than the sun,Shot from a huge and monstrous culverin,Has laid your royal citadel in ashes.King.Peace, coward! were they wedg'd like golden ingots,Or pent so close, as to admit no vacuum;One look from CrononhotonthologosShall scare them into nothing. Rigdum-Funnidos,Bid Bombardinion draw his legions forth,And meet us in the plains of Queerummania.This very now ourselves shall there conjoin him;Meantime, bid all the priests prepare their templesFor rites of triumph: let the singing singers,With vocal voices, most vociferous,In sweet vociferation, outvociferizeEv'n sound itself. So be it as we have order'd.[Exeunt omnes.

EnterRigdum-FunnidosandAldiborontiphoscophornio.

Rig-Fun.Aldiborontiphoscophornio!Where left you Chrononhotonthologos?

Rig-Fun.Aldiborontiphoscophornio!

Where left you Chrononhotonthologos?

Aldi.Fatigu'd with the tremendous toils of war,Within his tent, on downy couch succumbent,Himself he unfatigues with gentle slumbers,Lull'd by the cheerful trumpets gladsome clangour,The noise of drums, and thunder of artillery,He sleeps supine amidst the din of war.And yet 'tis not definitively sleep;Rather a kind of doze, a waking slumber,That sheds a stupefaction o'er his senses;For now he nods and snores; anon he starts;Then nods and snores again. If this be sleep,Tell me, ye gods! what mortal man's awake!What says my friend to this?

Aldi.Fatigu'd with the tremendous toils of war,

Within his tent, on downy couch succumbent,

Himself he unfatigues with gentle slumbers,

Lull'd by the cheerful trumpets gladsome clangour,

The noise of drums, and thunder of artillery,

He sleeps supine amidst the din of war.

And yet 'tis not definitively sleep;

Rather a kind of doze, a waking slumber,

That sheds a stupefaction o'er his senses;

For now he nods and snores; anon he starts;

Then nods and snores again. If this be sleep,

Tell me, ye gods! what mortal man's awake!

What says my friend to this?

Rig.-Fun.Say! I say he sleeps dog-sleep: What a plaguewould you have me say?

Rig.-Fun.Say! I say he sleeps dog-sleep: What a plague

would you have me say?

Aldi.O impious thought! O curst insinuation!As if great ChrononhotonthologosTo animals detestable and vileHad aught the least similitude!

Aldi.O impious thought! O curst insinuation!

As if great Chrononhotonthologos

To animals detestable and vile

Had aught the least similitude!

Rig.My dear friend! you entirely misapprehend me: Idid not call the king dog by craft; I was only going to tell youthat the soldiers have just now receiv'd their pay, and are all asdrunk as so many swabbers.

Rig.My dear friend! you entirely misapprehend me: I

did not call the king dog by craft; I was only going to tell you

that the soldiers have just now receiv'd their pay, and are all as

drunk as so many swabbers.

Aldi.Give orders instantly that no more moneyBe issued to the troops. Meantime, my friend,Let the baths be filled with seas of coffee,To stupefy their souls into sobriety.

Aldi.Give orders instantly that no more money

Be issued to the troops. Meantime, my friend,

Let the baths be filled with seas of coffee,

To stupefy their souls into sobriety.

Rig.I fancy you had better banish the sutlers, and blow theGeneva casks to the devil.

Rig.I fancy you had better banish the sutlers, and blow the

Geneva casks to the devil.

Aldi.Thou counsel'st well, my Rigdum-Funnidos,And reason seems to father thy advice.But soft!—The king in pensive contemplationSeems to resolve on some important doubt;His soul, too copious for his earthly fabric,Starts forth, spontaneous, in soliloquy,And makes his tongue the midwife of his mind.Let us retire, lest we disturb his solitude.[They retire.

Aldi.Thou counsel'st well, my Rigdum-Funnidos,

And reason seems to father thy advice.

But soft!—The king in pensive contemplation

Seems to resolve on some important doubt;

His soul, too copious for his earthly fabric,

Starts forth, spontaneous, in soliloquy,

And makes his tongue the midwife of his mind.

Let us retire, lest we disturb his solitude.[They retire.

EnterKing.

King.This god of sleep is watchful to torment me,And rest is grown a stranger to my eyes:Sport not with Chrononhotonthologos,Thou idle slumb'rer, thou detested Somnus:For if thou dost, by all the waking pow'rs,I'll tear thine eyeballs from their leaden sockets,And force thee to outstare eternity.[Exit in a huff.

King.This god of sleep is watchful to torment me,

And rest is grown a stranger to my eyes:

Sport not with Chrononhotonthologos,

Thou idle slumb'rer, thou detested Somnus:

For if thou dost, by all the waking pow'rs,

I'll tear thine eyeballs from their leaden sockets,

And force thee to outstare eternity.[Exit in a huff.

Re-enterRigdumandAldiboronti.

Rig.The king is in a most vile passion! Pray who is thisMr. Somnus he's so angry withal?

Rig.The king is in a most vile passion! Pray who is this

Mr. Somnus he's so angry withal?

Aldi.The son of Chaos and of Erebus.Incestuous pair! brother of Mors relentless,Whose speckled robe, and wings of blackest hue,Astonish all mankind with hideous glare;Himself with sable plumes, to men benevolent,Brings downy slumbers and refreshing sleep.

Aldi.The son of Chaos and of Erebus.

Incestuous pair! brother of Mors relentless,

Whose speckled robe, and wings of blackest hue,

Astonish all mankind with hideous glare;

Himself with sable plumes, to men benevolent,

Brings downy slumbers and refreshing sleep.

Rig-Fun.This gentleman may come of a very good family,for aught I know; but I would not be in his place for the world.

Rig-Fun.This gentleman may come of a very good family,

for aught I know; but I would not be in his place for the world.

Aldi.But, lo! the king his footsteps this way bending,His cogitative faculties immers'dIn cogibundity of cogitation:Let silence close our folding-doors of speech,Till apt attention tell our heart the purportOf this profound profundity of thought.

Aldi.But, lo! the king his footsteps this way bending,

His cogitative faculties immers'd

In cogibundity of cogitation:

Let silence close our folding-doors of speech,

Till apt attention tell our heart the purport

Of this profound profundity of thought.

Re-enterKing,Nobles,andAttendants,&c.

King.It is resolv'd. Now, Somnus, I defy thee,And from mankind ampute thy curs'd dominion.These royal eyes thou never more shalt close.Henceforth let no man sleep, on pain of death:Instead of sleep, let pompous pageantryKeep all mankind eternally awake.Bid Harlequino decorate the stageWith all magnificence of decoration:Giants and giantesses, dwarfs and pigmies,Songs, dances, music in its amplest order,Mimes, pantomimes, and all the magic motionOf scene deceptiosive and sublime.[The flat scene draws.

King.It is resolv'd. Now, Somnus, I defy thee,

And from mankind ampute thy curs'd dominion.

These royal eyes thou never more shalt close.

Henceforth let no man sleep, on pain of death:

Instead of sleep, let pompous pageantry

Keep all mankind eternally awake.

Bid Harlequino decorate the stage

With all magnificence of decoration:

Giants and giantesses, dwarfs and pigmies,

Songs, dances, music in its amplest order,

Mimes, pantomimes, and all the magic motion

Of scene deceptiosive and sublime.[The flat scene draws.

[TheKingis seated, and a grand pantomime entertainment is performed, in the midst of which enters aCaptain of the Guard.

Capt.To arms! to arms! great Chrononhotonthologos!Th' antipodean pow'rs from realms belowHave burst the solid entrails of the earth;Gushing such cataracts of forces forth,This world is too incopious to contain 'em:Armies on armies, march in form stupendous;Not like our earthly regions, rank by rank,But tier o'er tier, high pil'd from earth to heaven;A blazing bullet, bigger than the sun,Shot from a huge and monstrous culverin,Has laid your royal citadel in ashes.

Capt.To arms! to arms! great Chrononhotonthologos!

Th' antipodean pow'rs from realms below

Have burst the solid entrails of the earth;

Gushing such cataracts of forces forth,

This world is too incopious to contain 'em:

Armies on armies, march in form stupendous;

Not like our earthly regions, rank by rank,

But tier o'er tier, high pil'd from earth to heaven;

A blazing bullet, bigger than the sun,

Shot from a huge and monstrous culverin,

Has laid your royal citadel in ashes.

King.Peace, coward! were they wedg'd like golden ingots,Or pent so close, as to admit no vacuum;One look from CrononhotonthologosShall scare them into nothing. Rigdum-Funnidos,Bid Bombardinion draw his legions forth,And meet us in the plains of Queerummania.This very now ourselves shall there conjoin him;Meantime, bid all the priests prepare their templesFor rites of triumph: let the singing singers,With vocal voices, most vociferous,In sweet vociferation, outvociferizeEv'n sound itself. So be it as we have order'd.[Exeunt omnes.

King.Peace, coward! were they wedg'd like golden ingots,

Or pent so close, as to admit no vacuum;

One look from Crononhotonthologos

Shall scare them into nothing. Rigdum-Funnidos,

Bid Bombardinion draw his legions forth,

And meet us in the plains of Queerummania.

This very now ourselves shall there conjoin him;

Meantime, bid all the priests prepare their temples

For rites of triumph: let the singing singers,

With vocal voices, most vociferous,

In sweet vociferation, outvociferize

Ev'n sound itself. So be it as we have order'd.[Exeunt omnes.

Scene.—A magnificent Apartment.

EnterQueen,Tatlanthe,and twoLadies.Queen.Day's curtain drawn, the morn begins to rise,And waking nature rubs her sleepy eyes:The pretty little fleecy bleating flocks,In baas harmonious warble thro' the rocks:Night gathers up her shades in sable shrouds,And whispering osiers tattle to the clouds.What think you, ladies, if an hour we kill,At basset, ombre, picquet, or quadrille?Tat.Your majesty was pleas'd to order tea.Queen.My mind is alter'd; bring some ratifia.[They are served round with a dram.I have a famous fiddler sent from France.Bid him come in. What think ye of a dance?EnterFiddler.Fid.Thus to your majesty, says the suppliant muse,Would you a solo or sonata choose;Or bold concerto or soft Sicilinia,Alla Francese overo in Gusto Romano?When you command, 'tis done as soon as spoke.Queen.A civil fellow! Play us the "Black Joak."[Music plays.[QueenandLadiesdance the"Black Joak."So much for dancing; now let's rest a while.Bring in the tea-things. Does the kettle boil?Tat.The water bubbles and the tea-cups skip,Through eager hope to kiss your royal lip.[Tea brought in.Queen.Come, ladies, will you please to choose your tea;Or green imperial, or Pekoe Bohea?1st Lady.Never, no, never sure on earth was seen,So gracious sweet and affable a queen.2nd Lady.She is an angel.1st Lady.She's a goddess rather.Tat.She's angel, queen, and goddess, altogether.Queen.Away! you flatter me.1st Lady.We don't indeed:Your merit does our praise by far exceed.Queen.You make me blush; pray help me to a fan.1st Lady.That blush becomes you.Tat.Would I were a man.Queen.I'll hear no more of these fantastic airs.[Bell rings.The bell rings in. Come, ladies, let's to pray'rs.[They dance off.

EnterQueen,Tatlanthe,and twoLadies.

Queen.Day's curtain drawn, the morn begins to rise,And waking nature rubs her sleepy eyes:The pretty little fleecy bleating flocks,In baas harmonious warble thro' the rocks:Night gathers up her shades in sable shrouds,And whispering osiers tattle to the clouds.What think you, ladies, if an hour we kill,At basset, ombre, picquet, or quadrille?

Queen.Day's curtain drawn, the morn begins to rise,

And waking nature rubs her sleepy eyes:

The pretty little fleecy bleating flocks,

In baas harmonious warble thro' the rocks:

Night gathers up her shades in sable shrouds,

And whispering osiers tattle to the clouds.

What think you, ladies, if an hour we kill,

At basset, ombre, picquet, or quadrille?

Tat.Your majesty was pleas'd to order tea.

Queen.My mind is alter'd; bring some ratifia.[They are served round with a dram.I have a famous fiddler sent from France.Bid him come in. What think ye of a dance?

Queen.My mind is alter'd; bring some ratifia.[They are served round with a dram.

I have a famous fiddler sent from France.

Bid him come in. What think ye of a dance?

EnterFiddler.

Fid.Thus to your majesty, says the suppliant muse,Would you a solo or sonata choose;Or bold concerto or soft Sicilinia,Alla Francese overo in Gusto Romano?When you command, 'tis done as soon as spoke.

Fid.Thus to your majesty, says the suppliant muse,

Would you a solo or sonata choose;

Or bold concerto or soft Sicilinia,

Alla Francese overo in Gusto Romano?

When you command, 'tis done as soon as spoke.

Queen.A civil fellow! Play us the "Black Joak."[Music plays.[QueenandLadiesdance the"Black Joak."

Queen.A civil fellow! Play us the "Black Joak."[Music plays.

[QueenandLadiesdance the"Black Joak."

So much for dancing; now let's rest a while.Bring in the tea-things. Does the kettle boil?

So much for dancing; now let's rest a while.

Bring in the tea-things. Does the kettle boil?

Tat.The water bubbles and the tea-cups skip,Through eager hope to kiss your royal lip.[Tea brought in.

Tat.The water bubbles and the tea-cups skip,

Through eager hope to kiss your royal lip.[Tea brought in.

Queen.Come, ladies, will you please to choose your tea;Or green imperial, or Pekoe Bohea?

Queen.Come, ladies, will you please to choose your tea;

Or green imperial, or Pekoe Bohea?

1st Lady.Never, no, never sure on earth was seen,So gracious sweet and affable a queen.

1st Lady.Never, no, never sure on earth was seen,

So gracious sweet and affable a queen.

2nd Lady.She is an angel.

1st Lady.She's a goddess rather.

Tat.She's angel, queen, and goddess, altogether.

Queen.Away! you flatter me.

1st Lady.We don't indeed:Your merit does our praise by far exceed.

1st Lady.We don't indeed:

Your merit does our praise by far exceed.

Queen.You make me blush; pray help me to a fan.

1st Lady.That blush becomes you.

Tat.Would I were a man.

Queen.I'll hear no more of these fantastic airs.[Bell rings.The bell rings in. Come, ladies, let's to pray'rs.[They dance off.

Queen.I'll hear no more of these fantastic airs.[Bell rings.

The bell rings in. Come, ladies, let's to pray'rs.[They dance off.

Scene.—An Anti-Chamber.

EnterRigdum-FunnidosandAldiborontiphoscophornio.Rig.Egad, we're in the wrong box! Who the devil would have thought that Chrononhotonthologos should beat that mortal sight of Tippodeans? Why, there's not a mother's child of them to be seen, egad, they footed it away as fast as their hands could carry 'em; but they have left their king behind 'em. We have him safe, that's one comfort.

EnterRigdum-FunnidosandAldiborontiphoscophornio.

Rig.Egad, we're in the wrong box! Who the devil would have thought that Chrononhotonthologos should beat that mortal sight of Tippodeans? Why, there's not a mother's child of them to be seen, egad, they footed it away as fast as their hands could carry 'em; but they have left their king behind 'em. We have him safe, that's one comfort.

Aldi.Would he were still at amplest liberty.For, oh! my dearest Rigdum-Funnidos;I have a riddle to unriddle to thee,Shall make thee stare thyself into a statue.Our queen's in love with this Antipodean.Rigdum.The devil she is? Well, I see mischief is goingforward with a vengeance.Aldi.But, lo! the conq'ror comes all crown'd with conquest!A solemn triumph graces his return.Let's grasp the forelock of this apt occasion,To greet the victor, in his flow of glory.[A grand triumph.]EnterChrononhotonthologos,GuardsandAttendants,&c., met byRigdum-FunnidosandAldiborontiphoscophornio.Aldi.All hail to Chrononhotonthologos!Thrice trebly welcome to your royal subjects.Myself, and faithful Rigdum-Funnidos,Lost in a labyrinth of love and loyalty,Entreat you to inspect our inmost souls,And read in them what tongue can never utter.Chro.Aldiborontiphoscophornio,To thee, and gentle Rigdum-Funnidos,Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded:Our bounty's debtor to your loyalty,Which shall with inter'st be repaid ere long.But where's our queen? where's Fadladinida?She should be foremost in the gladsome train,To grace our triumph; but I see she slights me.This haughty queen shall be no longer mine,I'll have a sweet and gentle concubine.

Aldi.Would he were still at amplest liberty.

For, oh! my dearest Rigdum-Funnidos;

I have a riddle to unriddle to thee,

Shall make thee stare thyself into a statue.

Our queen's in love with this Antipodean.

Rigdum.The devil she is? Well, I see mischief is goingforward with a vengeance.

Rigdum.The devil she is? Well, I see mischief is going

forward with a vengeance.

Aldi.But, lo! the conq'ror comes all crown'd with conquest!A solemn triumph graces his return.Let's grasp the forelock of this apt occasion,To greet the victor, in his flow of glory.[A grand triumph.]

Aldi.But, lo! the conq'ror comes all crown'd with conquest!

A solemn triumph graces his return.

Let's grasp the forelock of this apt occasion,

To greet the victor, in his flow of glory.[A grand triumph.]

EnterChrononhotonthologos,GuardsandAttendants,&c., met byRigdum-FunnidosandAldiborontiphoscophornio.

Aldi.All hail to Chrononhotonthologos!Thrice trebly welcome to your royal subjects.Myself, and faithful Rigdum-Funnidos,Lost in a labyrinth of love and loyalty,Entreat you to inspect our inmost souls,And read in them what tongue can never utter.

Aldi.All hail to Chrononhotonthologos!

Thrice trebly welcome to your royal subjects.

Myself, and faithful Rigdum-Funnidos,

Lost in a labyrinth of love and loyalty,

Entreat you to inspect our inmost souls,

And read in them what tongue can never utter.

Chro.Aldiborontiphoscophornio,To thee, and gentle Rigdum-Funnidos,Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded:Our bounty's debtor to your loyalty,Which shall with inter'st be repaid ere long.But where's our queen? where's Fadladinida?She should be foremost in the gladsome train,To grace our triumph; but I see she slights me.This haughty queen shall be no longer mine,I'll have a sweet and gentle concubine.

Chro.Aldiborontiphoscophornio,

To thee, and gentle Rigdum-Funnidos,

Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded:

Our bounty's debtor to your loyalty,

Which shall with inter'st be repaid ere long.

But where's our queen? where's Fadladinida?

She should be foremost in the gladsome train,

To grace our triumph; but I see she slights me.

This haughty queen shall be no longer mine,

I'll have a sweet and gentle concubine.

Rig.Now, my dear little Phoscophorny, for a swinging lie to bring the queen off, and I'll run with it to her this minute, that we may be all in a story. Say she has got the thorough-go-nimble.[Whispers, and steals off.

Aldi.Speak not, great Chrononhotonthologos,In accents so injuriously severeOf Fadladinida, your faithful queen:By me she sends an embassy of love,Sweet blandishments and kind congratulations,But cannot, oh! she cannot, come herself.King.Our rage is turn'd to fear: what ails the queen?Aldi.A sudden diarrhœa's rapid force,So stimulates the peristaltic motion,That she by far out-does her late out-doing,And all conclude her royal life in danger.King.Bid the physicians of the world assembleIn consultation, solemn and sedate:More, to corroborate their sage resolves,Call from their graves the learned men of old:Galen, Hippocrates, and Paracelsus;Doctors, apothecaries, surgeons, chemists,All! all! attend; and see they bring their med'cines,Whole magazines of galli-potted nostrums,Materializ'd in pharmaceutic order.The man that cures our queen shall have our empire.[Exeunt omnes.

Aldi.Speak not, great Chrononhotonthologos,

In accents so injuriously severe

Of Fadladinida, your faithful queen:

By me she sends an embassy of love,

Sweet blandishments and kind congratulations,

But cannot, oh! she cannot, come herself.

King.Our rage is turn'd to fear: what ails the queen?

Aldi.A sudden diarrhœa's rapid force,So stimulates the peristaltic motion,That she by far out-does her late out-doing,And all conclude her royal life in danger.

Aldi.A sudden diarrhœa's rapid force,

So stimulates the peristaltic motion,

That she by far out-does her late out-doing,

And all conclude her royal life in danger.

King.Bid the physicians of the world assembleIn consultation, solemn and sedate:More, to corroborate their sage resolves,Call from their graves the learned men of old:Galen, Hippocrates, and Paracelsus;Doctors, apothecaries, surgeons, chemists,All! all! attend; and see they bring their med'cines,Whole magazines of galli-potted nostrums,Materializ'd in pharmaceutic order.The man that cures our queen shall have our empire.[Exeunt omnes.

King.Bid the physicians of the world assemble

In consultation, solemn and sedate:

More, to corroborate their sage resolves,

Call from their graves the learned men of old:

Galen, Hippocrates, and Paracelsus;

Doctors, apothecaries, surgeons, chemists,

All! all! attend; and see they bring their med'cines,

Whole magazines of galli-potted nostrums,

Materializ'd in pharmaceutic order.

The man that cures our queen shall have our empire.[Exeunt omnes.

Scene.—A Garden.

EnterTatlantheandQueen.Queen.Heigh ho! my heart!Tat.What ails my gracious queen?Queen.Oh, would to Venus I had never seen!Tat.Seen what, my royal mistress?Queen.Too, too much!Tat.Did it affright you?Queen.No, 'tis nothing such.Tat.What was it, madam?Queen.Really I don't know.Tat.It must be something!Queen.No!Tat.Or nothing!Queen.No.Tat.Then I conclude, of course, since it was neither,Nothing and something jumbled well together.Queen.Oh! my Tatlanthe, have you never seen!Tat.Can I guess what, unless you tell, my queen?Queen.The king I mean.Tat.Just now return'd from war:He rides like Mars in his triumphal car.Conquest precedes with laurels in his hand;Behind him Fame does on her tripos stand;Her golden trump shrill thro' the air she sounds,Which rends the earth, and then to heaven rebounds;Trophies and spoils innumerable graceThis triumph, which all triumphs does deface:Haste then, great queen! your hero thus to meet,Who longs to lay his laurels at your feet.Queen.Art mad, Tatlanthe? I meant no such thing.Your talk's distasteful.Tat.Didn't you name the king?Queen.I did, Tatlanthe, but it was not thine;The charming king I mean is only mine.Tat.Who else, who else, but such a charming fair,In Chrononhotonthologos should share?The queen of beauty, and the god of arms,In him and you united blend their charms.Oh! had you seen him, how he dealt out death,And at one stroke robb'd thousands of their breath:While on the slaughter'd heaps himself did rise,In pyramids of conquest to the skies.The gods all hail'd, and fain would have him stay;But your bright charms have call'd him thence away.Queen.This does my utmost indignation raise:You are too pertly lavish in his praise.Leave me for ever![Tatlanthekneeling.Tat.Oh! what shall I say?Do not, great queen, your anger thus display!Oh, frown me dead! let me not live to hearMy gracious queen and mistress so severe!I've made some horrible mistake, no doubt;Oh! tell me what it is!Queen.No, find it out.Tat.No, I will never leave you; here I'll growTill you some token of forgiveness show.Oh! all ye powers above, come down, come down!And from her brow dispel that angry frown.Queen.Tatlanthe, rise, you have prevail'd at last;Offend no more, and I'll excuse what's past.[Tatlantheaside, rising.

EnterTatlantheandQueen.

Queen.Heigh ho! my heart!

Tat.What ails my gracious queen?

Queen.Oh, would to Venus I had never seen!

Tat.Seen what, my royal mistress?

Queen.Too, too much!

Tat.Did it affright you?

Queen.No, 'tis nothing such.

Tat.What was it, madam?

Queen.Really I don't know.

Tat.It must be something!

Queen.No!

Tat.Or nothing!

Queen.No.

Tat.Then I conclude, of course, since it was neither,Nothing and something jumbled well together.

Tat.Then I conclude, of course, since it was neither,

Nothing and something jumbled well together.

Queen.Oh! my Tatlanthe, have you never seen!

Tat.Can I guess what, unless you tell, my queen?

Queen.The king I mean.

Tat.Just now return'd from war:He rides like Mars in his triumphal car.Conquest precedes with laurels in his hand;Behind him Fame does on her tripos stand;Her golden trump shrill thro' the air she sounds,Which rends the earth, and then to heaven rebounds;Trophies and spoils innumerable graceThis triumph, which all triumphs does deface:Haste then, great queen! your hero thus to meet,Who longs to lay his laurels at your feet.

Tat.Just now return'd from war:

He rides like Mars in his triumphal car.

Conquest precedes with laurels in his hand;

Behind him Fame does on her tripos stand;

Her golden trump shrill thro' the air she sounds,

Which rends the earth, and then to heaven rebounds;

Trophies and spoils innumerable grace

This triumph, which all triumphs does deface:

Haste then, great queen! your hero thus to meet,

Who longs to lay his laurels at your feet.

Queen.Art mad, Tatlanthe? I meant no such thing.Your talk's distasteful.

Queen.Art mad, Tatlanthe? I meant no such thing.

Your talk's distasteful.

Tat.Didn't you name the king?

Queen.I did, Tatlanthe, but it was not thine;The charming king I mean is only mine.

Queen.I did, Tatlanthe, but it was not thine;

The charming king I mean is only mine.

Tat.Who else, who else, but such a charming fair,In Chrononhotonthologos should share?The queen of beauty, and the god of arms,In him and you united blend their charms.Oh! had you seen him, how he dealt out death,And at one stroke robb'd thousands of their breath:While on the slaughter'd heaps himself did rise,In pyramids of conquest to the skies.The gods all hail'd, and fain would have him stay;But your bright charms have call'd him thence away.

Tat.Who else, who else, but such a charming fair,

In Chrononhotonthologos should share?

The queen of beauty, and the god of arms,

In him and you united blend their charms.

Oh! had you seen him, how he dealt out death,

And at one stroke robb'd thousands of their breath:

While on the slaughter'd heaps himself did rise,

In pyramids of conquest to the skies.

The gods all hail'd, and fain would have him stay;

But your bright charms have call'd him thence away.

Queen.This does my utmost indignation raise:You are too pertly lavish in his praise.Leave me for ever![Tatlanthekneeling.

Queen.This does my utmost indignation raise:

You are too pertly lavish in his praise.

Leave me for ever![Tatlanthekneeling.

Tat.Oh! what shall I say?Do not, great queen, your anger thus display!Oh, frown me dead! let me not live to hearMy gracious queen and mistress so severe!I've made some horrible mistake, no doubt;Oh! tell me what it is!

Tat.Oh! what shall I say?

Do not, great queen, your anger thus display!

Oh, frown me dead! let me not live to hear

My gracious queen and mistress so severe!

I've made some horrible mistake, no doubt;

Oh! tell me what it is!

Queen.No, find it out.

Tat.No, I will never leave you; here I'll growTill you some token of forgiveness show.Oh! all ye powers above, come down, come down!And from her brow dispel that angry frown.

Tat.No, I will never leave you; here I'll grow

Till you some token of forgiveness show.

Oh! all ye powers above, come down, come down!

And from her brow dispel that angry frown.

Queen.Tatlanthe, rise, you have prevail'd at last;Offend no more, and I'll excuse what's past.[Tatlantheaside, rising.

Queen.Tatlanthe, rise, you have prevail'd at last;

Offend no more, and I'll excuse what's past.[Tatlantheaside, rising.

Tat.Why, what a fool was I, not to perceive her passion for the topsy-turvy king—the gentleman that carries his head where his heels should be! But I must tack about, I see.To theQueen.

Tat.Why, what a fool was I, not to perceive her passion for the topsy-turvy king—the gentleman that carries his head where his heels should be! But I must tack about, I see.

To theQueen.

Excuse me, gracious madam, if my heartBears sympathy with yours in every part;With you alike, I sorrow and rejoice,Approve your passion, and commend your choice;The captive king.Queen.That's he! that's he! that's he!I'd die ten thousand deaths to set him free.Oh! my Tatlanthe! have you seen his face,His air, his shape, his mien, his ev'ry grace?In what a charming attitude he stands,How prettily he foots it with his hands!Well, to his arms, no to his legs I fly,For I must have him, if I live or die.[Exeunt.

Excuse me, gracious madam, if my heartBears sympathy with yours in every part;With you alike, I sorrow and rejoice,Approve your passion, and commend your choice;The captive king.

Excuse me, gracious madam, if my heart

Bears sympathy with yours in every part;

With you alike, I sorrow and rejoice,

Approve your passion, and commend your choice;

The captive king.

Queen.That's he! that's he! that's he!I'd die ten thousand deaths to set him free.Oh! my Tatlanthe! have you seen his face,His air, his shape, his mien, his ev'ry grace?In what a charming attitude he stands,How prettily he foots it with his hands!Well, to his arms, no to his legs I fly,For I must have him, if I live or die.[Exeunt.

Queen.That's he! that's he! that's he!

I'd die ten thousand deaths to set him free.

Oh! my Tatlanthe! have you seen his face,

His air, his shape, his mien, his ev'ry grace?

In what a charming attitude he stands,

How prettily he foots it with his hands!

Well, to his arms, no to his legs I fly,

For I must have him, if I live or die.[Exeunt.

Scene.—A Bedchamber.

Chrononhotonthologosasleep.[Rough music, viz., salt-boxes and rolling-pins, gridirons and tongs; sow-gelders' horns, marrowbones and cleavers, &c. &c. He wakes.Chro.What heav'nly sounds are these that charm my ears!Sure 'tis the music of the tuneful spheres.EnterCaptain of the Guards.Cap.A messenger from Gen'ral BombardinionCraves instant audience of your majesty.Chro.Give him admittance.EnterHerald.Her.Long life to Chrononhotonthologos!Your faithful Gen'ral BombardinionSends you his tongue, transplanted in my mouth,To pour his soul out in your royal ears.Chro.Then use thy master's tongue with reverence.Nor waste it in thine own loquacity,But briefly and at large declare thy message.Her.Suspend awhile, great Chrononhotonthologos,The fate of empires and the toils of war;And in my tent let's quaff Falernian wineTill our souls mount and emulate the gods.Two captive females, beauteous as the morn,Submissive to your wishes, court your option.Haste then, great king, to bless us with your presence.Our scouts already watch the wish'd approach,Which shall be welcom'd by the drums' dread rattle,The cannons' thunder, and the trumpets' blast;While I, in front of mighty myrmidons,Receive my king in all the pomp of war.Chro.Tell him I come; my flying steed prepare;Ere thou art half on horseback I'll be there.[Exeunt.

Chrononhotonthologosasleep.

[Rough music, viz., salt-boxes and rolling-pins, gridirons and tongs; sow-gelders' horns, marrowbones and cleavers, &c. &c. He wakes.

Chro.What heav'nly sounds are these that charm my ears!Sure 'tis the music of the tuneful spheres.

Chro.What heav'nly sounds are these that charm my ears!

Sure 'tis the music of the tuneful spheres.

EnterCaptain of the Guards.

Cap.A messenger from Gen'ral BombardinionCraves instant audience of your majesty.

Cap.A messenger from Gen'ral Bombardinion

Craves instant audience of your majesty.

Chro.Give him admittance.

EnterHerald.

Her.Long life to Chrononhotonthologos!Your faithful Gen'ral BombardinionSends you his tongue, transplanted in my mouth,To pour his soul out in your royal ears.

Her.Long life to Chrononhotonthologos!

Your faithful Gen'ral Bombardinion

Sends you his tongue, transplanted in my mouth,

To pour his soul out in your royal ears.

Chro.Then use thy master's tongue with reverence.Nor waste it in thine own loquacity,But briefly and at large declare thy message.

Chro.Then use thy master's tongue with reverence.

Nor waste it in thine own loquacity,

But briefly and at large declare thy message.

Her.Suspend awhile, great Chrononhotonthologos,The fate of empires and the toils of war;And in my tent let's quaff Falernian wineTill our souls mount and emulate the gods.Two captive females, beauteous as the morn,Submissive to your wishes, court your option.Haste then, great king, to bless us with your presence.Our scouts already watch the wish'd approach,Which shall be welcom'd by the drums' dread rattle,The cannons' thunder, and the trumpets' blast;While I, in front of mighty myrmidons,Receive my king in all the pomp of war.

Her.Suspend awhile, great Chrononhotonthologos,

The fate of empires and the toils of war;

And in my tent let's quaff Falernian wine

Till our souls mount and emulate the gods.

Two captive females, beauteous as the morn,

Submissive to your wishes, court your option.

Haste then, great king, to bless us with your presence.

Our scouts already watch the wish'd approach,

Which shall be welcom'd by the drums' dread rattle,

The cannons' thunder, and the trumpets' blast;

While I, in front of mighty myrmidons,

Receive my king in all the pomp of war.

Chro.Tell him I come; my flying steed prepare;Ere thou art half on horseback I'll be there.[Exeunt.

Chro.Tell him I come; my flying steed prepare;

Ere thou art half on horseback I'll be there.[Exeunt.

Scene.—A Prison.

The King of the Antipodes discover'd sleeping on a couch. EnterQueen.Queen.Is this a place, oh! all ye gods above,This a reception for the man I love?See in what sweet tranquillity he sleeps,While Nature's self at his confinement weeps.Rise, lovely monarch! see your friend appear,No Chrononhotonthologos is here;Command your freedom, by this sacred ring;Then command me. What says my charming king?[She puts the ring in his mouth, he bends the sea-crab, and makes a roaring noise.Queen.What can this mean! he lays his feet at mine:Is this of love or hate, his country's sign?Ah! wretched queen! how hapless is thy lot,To love a man that understands thee not!Oh! lovely Venus, goddess all divine!And gentle Cupid, that sweet son of thine,Assist, assist me, with your sacred art,And teach me to obtain this stranger's heart.Venusdescends in her chariot, and sings.Air.Ven.See Venus does attend thee,My dilding, my dolding.Love's goddess will befriend thee,Lily bright and shiny.With pity and compassion.My dilding, my dolding,She sees thy tender passion,Lily, &c.Da capo.Air changes.To thee I yield my pow'r divine,Dance over the Lady Lee,Demand whate'er thou wilt, 'tis thine,My gay lady.Take this magic wand in hand,Dance, &c.All the world's at thy command,My gay, &c.Da capo.Cupiddescends and sings.Air.Are you a widow, or are you a wife?Gilly-flow'r, gentle rosemary.Or are you a maiden, so fair and so bright?As the dew that flies over the mulberry-tree.Queen.Would I were a widow, as I am a wife,Gilly-flow'r, &c.But I'm to my sorrow, a maiden as bright,As the dew, &c.Cupid.You shall be a widow before it is night,Gilly-flow'r, &c.No longer a maiden so fair and so bright,As the dew, &c.Two jolly young husbands your favour shall share,Gilly-flow'r, &c.And twenty fine babies all lovely and fair,As the dew, &c.Queen.O thanks, Mr. Cupid! for this your good news,Gilly-flow'r, &c.What woman alive would such favours refuse?While the dew, &c.[VenusandCupidre-ascend; theQueengoes off, and the King of the Antipodes follows, walking on his hands. Scene closes.

The King of the Antipodes discover'd sleeping on a couch. EnterQueen.

Queen.Is this a place, oh! all ye gods above,This a reception for the man I love?See in what sweet tranquillity he sleeps,While Nature's self at his confinement weeps.Rise, lovely monarch! see your friend appear,No Chrononhotonthologos is here;Command your freedom, by this sacred ring;Then command me. What says my charming king?

Queen.Is this a place, oh! all ye gods above,

This a reception for the man I love?

See in what sweet tranquillity he sleeps,

While Nature's self at his confinement weeps.

Rise, lovely monarch! see your friend appear,

No Chrononhotonthologos is here;

Command your freedom, by this sacred ring;

Then command me. What says my charming king?

[She puts the ring in his mouth, he bends the sea-crab, and makes a roaring noise.

Queen.What can this mean! he lays his feet at mine:Is this of love or hate, his country's sign?Ah! wretched queen! how hapless is thy lot,To love a man that understands thee not!Oh! lovely Venus, goddess all divine!And gentle Cupid, that sweet son of thine,Assist, assist me, with your sacred art,And teach me to obtain this stranger's heart.

Queen.What can this mean! he lays his feet at mine:

Is this of love or hate, his country's sign?

Ah! wretched queen! how hapless is thy lot,

To love a man that understands thee not!

Oh! lovely Venus, goddess all divine!

And gentle Cupid, that sweet son of thine,

Assist, assist me, with your sacred art,

And teach me to obtain this stranger's heart.

Venusdescends in her chariot, and sings.

Air.

Ven.See Venus does attend thee,My dilding, my dolding.Love's goddess will befriend thee,Lily bright and shiny.With pity and compassion.My dilding, my dolding,She sees thy tender passion,Lily, &c.Da capo.

Ven.See Venus does attend thee,

My dilding, my dolding.

Love's goddess will befriend thee,

Lily bright and shiny.

With pity and compassion.

My dilding, my dolding,

She sees thy tender passion,

Lily, &c.Da capo.

Air changes.

To thee I yield my pow'r divine,Dance over the Lady Lee,Demand whate'er thou wilt, 'tis thine,My gay lady.Take this magic wand in hand,Dance, &c.All the world's at thy command,My gay, &c.Da capo.

To thee I yield my pow'r divine,

Dance over the Lady Lee,

Demand whate'er thou wilt, 'tis thine,

My gay lady.

Take this magic wand in hand,

Dance, &c.

All the world's at thy command,

My gay, &c.Da capo.

Cupiddescends and sings.

Air.

Are you a widow, or are you a wife?Gilly-flow'r, gentle rosemary.Or are you a maiden, so fair and so bright?As the dew that flies over the mulberry-tree.

Are you a widow, or are you a wife?

Gilly-flow'r, gentle rosemary.

Or are you a maiden, so fair and so bright?

As the dew that flies over the mulberry-tree.

Queen.Would I were a widow, as I am a wife,Gilly-flow'r, &c.But I'm to my sorrow, a maiden as bright,As the dew, &c.

Queen.Would I were a widow, as I am a wife,

Gilly-flow'r, &c.

But I'm to my sorrow, a maiden as bright,

As the dew, &c.

Cupid.You shall be a widow before it is night,Gilly-flow'r, &c.No longer a maiden so fair and so bright,As the dew, &c.Two jolly young husbands your favour shall share,Gilly-flow'r, &c.And twenty fine babies all lovely and fair,As the dew, &c.

Cupid.You shall be a widow before it is night,

Gilly-flow'r, &c.

No longer a maiden so fair and so bright,

As the dew, &c.

Two jolly young husbands your favour shall share,

Gilly-flow'r, &c.

And twenty fine babies all lovely and fair,

As the dew, &c.

Queen.O thanks, Mr. Cupid! for this your good news,Gilly-flow'r, &c.What woman alive would such favours refuse?While the dew, &c.

Queen.O thanks, Mr. Cupid! for this your good news,

Gilly-flow'r, &c.

What woman alive would such favours refuse?

While the dew, &c.

[VenusandCupidre-ascend; theQueengoes off, and the King of the Antipodes follows, walking on his hands. Scene closes.

Scene.—Bombardinion'sTent.

KingandBombardinion,at a table, with two Ladies.Bomb.This honour, royal sir! so royalizesThe royalty of your most royal actions,The dumb can only utter forth your praise;For we, who speak, want words to tell our meaning.Here! fill the goblet with Falernian wine,And, while our monarch drinks, bid the shrill trumpetTell all the gods, that we propine their healths.King.Hold, Bombardinion, I esteem it fit,With so much wine, to eat a little bit.Bomb.See that the table instantly be spread,With all that art and nature can produce.Traverse from pole to pole; sail round the globe,Bring every eatable that can be eat:The king shall eat; tho' all mankind be starv'd.Cook.I am afraid his majesty will be starv'd, before I canrun round the world, for a dinner; besides, where's the money?King.Ha! dost thou prattle, contumacious slave?Guards, seize the villain? broil him, fry him, stew him;Ourselves shall eat him out of mere revenge.Cook.O pray, your majesty, spare my life; there's some nicecold pork in the pantry: I'll hash it for your majesty in aminute.King.Be thou first hash'd in hell, audacious slave.[Kills him, and turns toBombardinion.Hash'd pork! shall ChrononhotonthologosBe fed with swine's flesh, and at second-hand?Now, by the gods! thou dost insult us, general!Bomb.The gods can witness, that I little thoughtYour majesty to other flesh than thisHad aught the least propensity.[Points to the ladies.King.Is this a dinner for a hungry monarch?Bomb.Monarchs, as great as Chrononhotonthologos,Have made a very hearty meal of worse.KingHa! traitor! dost thou brave me to my teeth?Take this reward, and learn to mock thy master.[Strikes him.Bomb.A blow! shall Bombardinion take a blow?Blush! blush, thou sun! start back thou rapid ocean!Hills! vales! seas! mountains! all commixing crumble,And into chaos pulverize the world;For Bombardinion has receiv'd a blow,And Chrononhotonthologos shall die.[Draws.[The women run off, crying, "Help! Murder!" &c.King.What means the traitor?Bomb.Traitor in thy teeth,Thus I defy thee![They fight, he kills the King.Ha! what have I done?Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd;And let the man that calls it be the caller;And, in his calling, let him nothing call,But coach! coach! coach! Oh! for a coach, ye gods![Exit raving.Returns with aDoctor.Bomb.How fares your majesty?Doct.My lord, he's dead.Bomb.Ha! dead! impossible! it cannot be!I'd not believe it, tho' himself should swear it.Go join his body to his soul again,Or, by this light, thy soul shall quit thy body.Doct.My lord, he's far beyond the power of physic,His soul has left his body and this world.Bomb.Then go to t'other world and fetch it back.[Kills him.And, if I find thou triflest with me there,I'll chase thy shade through myriads of orbs,And drive thee far beyond the verge of Nature.Ha!—Call'st thou, Chrononhotonthologos?I come! your faithful Bombardinion comes!He comes in worlds unknown to make new wars,And gain thee empires num'rous as the stars.[Kills himself.EnterQueenand others.Aldi.O horrid! horrible, and horrid'st horror!Our king! our general! our cook! our doctor!All dead! stone dead! irrevocably dead!O——h!——[All groan, a tragedy groan.Queen.My husband dead! ye gods! what is't you mean,To make a widow of a virgin queen?For, to my great misfortune, he, poor king,Has left me so; aint that a wretched thing?Tat.Why then, dear madam, make me no farther pother,Were I your majesty, I'd try another.Queen.I think 'tis best to follow thy advice.Tat.I'll fit you with a husband in a trice:Here's Rigdum-Funnidos, a proper man;If any one can please a queen, he can.Rig-Fun.Ay, that I can, and please your majesty.So, ceremonies apart, let's proceed to business.Queen. Oh! but the mourning takes up all my care,I'm at a loss what kind of weeds to wear.Rig-Fun. Never talk of mourning, madam,One ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow,Take me at once, and let us wed to-morrow.I'll make thee a great man, my little Phoscophorny.[ToAldi,aside.Aldi. I scorn your bounty; I'll be king, or nothing.Draw, miscreant! draw!Rig.No, sir, I'll take the law.[Runs behind theQueen.Queen. Well, gentlemen, to make the matter easy,I'll have you both; and that, I hope, will please ye.And now, Tatlanthe, thou art all my care:Where shall I find thee such another pair?Pity that you, who've serv'd so long, so well,Should die a virgin, and lead apes in hell.Choose for yourself, dear girl, our empire round,Your portion is twelve hundred thousand pound.Aldi. Here! take these dead and bloody corps away;Make preparation for our wedding day.Instead of sad solemnity, and black,Our hearts shall swim in claret, and in sack.

KingandBombardinion,at a table, with two Ladies.

Bomb.This honour, royal sir! so royalizesThe royalty of your most royal actions,The dumb can only utter forth your praise;For we, who speak, want words to tell our meaning.Here! fill the goblet with Falernian wine,And, while our monarch drinks, bid the shrill trumpetTell all the gods, that we propine their healths.

Bomb.This honour, royal sir! so royalizes

The royalty of your most royal actions,

The dumb can only utter forth your praise;

For we, who speak, want words to tell our meaning.

Here! fill the goblet with Falernian wine,

And, while our monarch drinks, bid the shrill trumpet

Tell all the gods, that we propine their healths.

King.Hold, Bombardinion, I esteem it fit,With so much wine, to eat a little bit.

King.Hold, Bombardinion, I esteem it fit,

With so much wine, to eat a little bit.

Bomb.See that the table instantly be spread,With all that art and nature can produce.Traverse from pole to pole; sail round the globe,Bring every eatable that can be eat:The king shall eat; tho' all mankind be starv'd.

Bomb.See that the table instantly be spread,

With all that art and nature can produce.

Traverse from pole to pole; sail round the globe,

Bring every eatable that can be eat:

The king shall eat; tho' all mankind be starv'd.

Cook.I am afraid his majesty will be starv'd, before I canrun round the world, for a dinner; besides, where's the money?

Cook.I am afraid his majesty will be starv'd, before I can

run round the world, for a dinner; besides, where's the money?

King.Ha! dost thou prattle, contumacious slave?Guards, seize the villain? broil him, fry him, stew him;Ourselves shall eat him out of mere revenge.

King.Ha! dost thou prattle, contumacious slave?

Guards, seize the villain? broil him, fry him, stew him;

Ourselves shall eat him out of mere revenge.

Cook.O pray, your majesty, spare my life; there's some nicecold pork in the pantry: I'll hash it for your majesty in aminute.

Cook.O pray, your majesty, spare my life; there's some nice

cold pork in the pantry: I'll hash it for your majesty in a

minute.

King.Be thou first hash'd in hell, audacious slave.[Kills him, and turns toBombardinion.

King.Be thou first hash'd in hell, audacious slave.

[Kills him, and turns toBombardinion.

Hash'd pork! shall ChrononhotonthologosBe fed with swine's flesh, and at second-hand?Now, by the gods! thou dost insult us, general!

Hash'd pork! shall Chrononhotonthologos

Be fed with swine's flesh, and at second-hand?

Now, by the gods! thou dost insult us, general!

Bomb.The gods can witness, that I little thoughtYour majesty to other flesh than thisHad aught the least propensity.[Points to the ladies.

Bomb.The gods can witness, that I little thought

Your majesty to other flesh than this

Had aught the least propensity.[Points to the ladies.

King.Is this a dinner for a hungry monarch?

Bomb.Monarchs, as great as Chrononhotonthologos,Have made a very hearty meal of worse.

Bomb.Monarchs, as great as Chrononhotonthologos,

Have made a very hearty meal of worse.

KingHa! traitor! dost thou brave me to my teeth?Take this reward, and learn to mock thy master.[Strikes him.

KingHa! traitor! dost thou brave me to my teeth?

Take this reward, and learn to mock thy master.[Strikes him.

Bomb.A blow! shall Bombardinion take a blow?Blush! blush, thou sun! start back thou rapid ocean!Hills! vales! seas! mountains! all commixing crumble,And into chaos pulverize the world;For Bombardinion has receiv'd a blow,And Chrononhotonthologos shall die.[Draws.[The women run off, crying, "Help! Murder!" &c.

Bomb.A blow! shall Bombardinion take a blow?

Blush! blush, thou sun! start back thou rapid ocean!

Hills! vales! seas! mountains! all commixing crumble,

And into chaos pulverize the world;

For Bombardinion has receiv'd a blow,

And Chrononhotonthologos shall die.[Draws.

[The women run off, crying, "Help! Murder!" &c.

King.What means the traitor?

Bomb.Traitor in thy teeth,Thus I defy thee![They fight, he kills the King.

Bomb.Traitor in thy teeth,

Thus I defy thee![They fight, he kills the King.

Ha! what have I done?Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd;And let the man that calls it be the caller;And, in his calling, let him nothing call,But coach! coach! coach! Oh! for a coach, ye gods![Exit raving.

Ha! what have I done?

Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd;

And let the man that calls it be the caller;

And, in his calling, let him nothing call,

But coach! coach! coach! Oh! for a coach, ye gods![Exit raving.

Returns with aDoctor.

Bomb.How fares your majesty?

Doct.My lord, he's dead.

Bomb.Ha! dead! impossible! it cannot be!I'd not believe it, tho' himself should swear it.Go join his body to his soul again,Or, by this light, thy soul shall quit thy body.

Bomb.Ha! dead! impossible! it cannot be!

I'd not believe it, tho' himself should swear it.

Go join his body to his soul again,

Or, by this light, thy soul shall quit thy body.

Doct.My lord, he's far beyond the power of physic,His soul has left his body and this world.

Doct.My lord, he's far beyond the power of physic,

His soul has left his body and this world.

Bomb.Then go to t'other world and fetch it back.[Kills him.And, if I find thou triflest with me there,I'll chase thy shade through myriads of orbs,And drive thee far beyond the verge of Nature.Ha!—Call'st thou, Chrononhotonthologos?I come! your faithful Bombardinion comes!He comes in worlds unknown to make new wars,And gain thee empires num'rous as the stars.[Kills himself.

Bomb.Then go to t'other world and fetch it back.[Kills him.

And, if I find thou triflest with me there,

I'll chase thy shade through myriads of orbs,

And drive thee far beyond the verge of Nature.

Ha!—Call'st thou, Chrononhotonthologos?

I come! your faithful Bombardinion comes!

He comes in worlds unknown to make new wars,

And gain thee empires num'rous as the stars.[Kills himself.

EnterQueenand others.

Aldi.O horrid! horrible, and horrid'st horror!Our king! our general! our cook! our doctor!All dead! stone dead! irrevocably dead!O——h!——[All groan, a tragedy groan.

Aldi.O horrid! horrible, and horrid'st horror!

Our king! our general! our cook! our doctor!

All dead! stone dead! irrevocably dead!

O——h!——[All groan, a tragedy groan.

Queen.My husband dead! ye gods! what is't you mean,To make a widow of a virgin queen?For, to my great misfortune, he, poor king,Has left me so; aint that a wretched thing?

Queen.My husband dead! ye gods! what is't you mean,

To make a widow of a virgin queen?

For, to my great misfortune, he, poor king,

Has left me so; aint that a wretched thing?

Tat.Why then, dear madam, make me no farther pother,Were I your majesty, I'd try another.

Tat.Why then, dear madam, make me no farther pother,

Were I your majesty, I'd try another.

Queen.I think 'tis best to follow thy advice.

Tat.I'll fit you with a husband in a trice:Here's Rigdum-Funnidos, a proper man;If any one can please a queen, he can.

Tat.I'll fit you with a husband in a trice:

Here's Rigdum-Funnidos, a proper man;

If any one can please a queen, he can.

Rig-Fun.Ay, that I can, and please your majesty.So, ceremonies apart, let's proceed to business.

Rig-Fun.Ay, that I can, and please your majesty.

So, ceremonies apart, let's proceed to business.

Queen. Oh! but the mourning takes up all my care,I'm at a loss what kind of weeds to wear.

Queen. Oh! but the mourning takes up all my care,

I'm at a loss what kind of weeds to wear.

Rig-Fun. Never talk of mourning, madam,One ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow,Take me at once, and let us wed to-morrow.I'll make thee a great man, my little Phoscophorny.[ToAldi,aside.

Rig-Fun. Never talk of mourning, madam,

One ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow,

Take me at once, and let us wed to-morrow.

I'll make thee a great man, my little Phoscophorny.[ToAldi,aside.

Aldi. I scorn your bounty; I'll be king, or nothing.Draw, miscreant! draw!

Aldi. I scorn your bounty; I'll be king, or nothing.

Draw, miscreant! draw!

Rig.No, sir, I'll take the law.[Runs behind theQueen.

Queen. Well, gentlemen, to make the matter easy,I'll have you both; and that, I hope, will please ye.And now, Tatlanthe, thou art all my care:Where shall I find thee such another pair?Pity that you, who've serv'd so long, so well,Should die a virgin, and lead apes in hell.Choose for yourself, dear girl, our empire round,Your portion is twelve hundred thousand pound.

Queen. Well, gentlemen, to make the matter easy,

I'll have you both; and that, I hope, will please ye.

And now, Tatlanthe, thou art all my care:

Where shall I find thee such another pair?

Pity that you, who've serv'd so long, so well,

Should die a virgin, and lead apes in hell.

Choose for yourself, dear girl, our empire round,

Your portion is twelve hundred thousand pound.

Aldi. Here! take these dead and bloody corps away;Make preparation for our wedding day.Instead of sad solemnity, and black,Our hearts shall swim in claret, and in sack.

Aldi. Here! take these dead and bloody corps away;

Make preparation for our wedding day.

Instead of sad solemnity, and black,

Our hearts shall swim in claret, and in sack.

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