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: As if great Chrononhotonthologos, Rig-Fun. 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 soidiers have just now received their pay, and are all as drunk as so many swabbers. Aldi. Give orders instantly, that no more mo Enter RIGDUM and ALDI BORONTI. Rig. The king is in a most cursed passion! Pray who the devil is this Mr. Somnus, he's so angry withal? Aldi. The son of Chaos and of Erebus, Incestrous pair! brother of Mors relentless, Whose speckled robe, and wings of blackest hue, Astonish all mankind with bideous glare; Himself with sable plumes, to men benevolent, Brings downy slumbers, and refreshing sleep. Rig. 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 immersed, Let silence close our folding doors of speech, Enter King, Nobles, and Attendants, &c. King. It is resolved- -Now Somnus, I defy thee, And from mankind ampute thy cursed dominion. [The flat scene draws. The King is seated, Capt. To arms! to arms! great Chrononhotonthologos! The Antipodean powers, from realms below, A blazing bullet, bigger than the sun, King. Peace, coward! were they wedged like golden ingots, Or pent so close, as to admit no vacuum, Bid Bombardinian draw his legions forth, For rites of triumph: Let the singing singers, In sweet vociferation, out-vociferize Even sound itself. So be it as we have ordered. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A magnificent apartment. Enter QUEEN, TATLANTHE, and two Ladies. Queen. Day's curtain's drawn, the morn begins to rise, And waking nature rubs her sleepy eyes: Enter Fiddler, Fid. Thus to your majesty, says the suppliant muse. Would you a solo or sonata chuse ? [Queen and Ladies dance the Black Joak. So much for dancing; now let's rest awhile. Bring in the tea things; does the kettle boil? Tat. The water bubbles and the tea-cups skip, en-Through eager hope to kiss your royal lip. [Tea brought in. Queen. Come ladies will you please to chuse A grand triumph.-Enter CHRONON HOTONTHO 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! 2d Lady. She is an angel! 1st. Lady. She's a goddess, rather! LOGOS, guards and attendants, &c. met by RIGDUM-FUNNIDOS and ALDI BORONTIPHOS COPHORNIO. Aldi. All hail to Chrononhotonthologos! Tat. She's angel, queen, and goddess, alto- Intreat you to inspect our inmost souls, ther! Queen. Away! you flatter me. 1st. Lady. We don't indeed: Your merit does our praise by far exceed. And read, in them, what tongue can never utter. To thee and gentle Rigdum-Funnidos, Queen. You make me blush: Pray, help me Our bounty's debtor to your loyalty, to a fan. Rig. Egad, we're in the wrong box! Who the devil would have thought that Chrononhotonthologos should be at 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 them; but they have left their king behind them. We have him safe, that's one comfort. Aldi. Would he were still at amplest liberty! A solemn triumph graces his return. Which shall with interest, be repaid ere long. But where's our queen? where's Fadladinida? She should be foremost in this 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 Phorscophorny, for a swinging lie to bring the queen off, and I'll run with it to her this minute, that we may all be in a say, Say she has got the thorough-go-nimble. [Whispers, and steals off. 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 turned to fear: What ails the queen? Aldi. A sudden diarrhæa's rapid force King. Bid the physicians of the world assemble Tat. Can I guess what, unless you tell, my queen? Queen. The king, I mean? Tat. Just now returned 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 through the air she sounds, Which rends the earth, and thence 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. 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? While on the slaughtered heaps himself did rise, The gods all hailed, and fain would have him stay; But your bright charms have called him thence away. Queen. This does my utmost indignation raise: Do not, great queen, your anger thus display! Queen. No, find it out. 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 prevailed at last: Offend no more, and I'll excuse what's past. [TATLANTHE aside, 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 the QUEEN. Excuse me, gracious madam! if my heart Bears sympathy with your's in every part; With you alike I sorrow and rejoice, Approve your passion, and commend your choice; The captive king Command your freedom, by this sacred ring; SCENE IV.-BOMBARDINIAN'S tent. Then command me: What says my charming King and BOMBARDINIAN at a table, with two 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 sacred art, with me, your And teach me to obtain this stranger's heart. Venus and Cupid descend in her chariot, and ladies. Bom. 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. Two jolly young husbands your person shall share, And twenty fine babies all lovely and fair, Queen. O thanks, Mr. Cupid! for this your good news, Gilly flower, &c. What woman alive would such favours refuse? While the dew, &c. Here! fill the goblet with Phalernian wine, And, while our monarch drinks, bid the shrill trumpet Tell all the gods, that we propine their healths. King. Hold, Bombardinian! I esteem it fit, With so much wine, to eat a little bit. [Venus and Cupid re-ascend; the Queen goes Bom. 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, though all mankind be starved. Cook. I am afraid his majesty will be starved, 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. Cook. O, pray your majesty spare my life; there's some nice cold pork in the pautry: I'll bash it for your majesty in a minute. Chron. Be thou first hashed in hell, audacious slave! [Kills him, and turns to BOMBARDINIAN. Hashed pork! shall Chrononhotonthologos Be fed with swine's flesh, and at second-hand? Now, by the gods, thou dost insult us, general! Bom. The gods can witness, that I little thought Your majesty to other flesh than this [Points to the ladies. King. Is this a dinner for a hungry monarch? Bomb. Monarchs as great as Chrononhoton thologos, Have made a very hearty meal of worse. King. Ha! Traitor! dost thou brave me to my teeth? |