The flat scene draws. The king is seated, and a grand pantomime entertainment is performed, in the midst of which, enters a captain of the guard. Capt. To arms! to arms! great Chrononhotonthologus! The Antipodean powers, from realms below, ven; A blazing bullet, bigger than the sun, King. This god of sleep is watchful to torment Shot from a huge and monstrous culverin, me, [Exit in a huff. Re-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, 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. 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 His cogitative faculties immersed Let silence close our folding-doors of speech, Re-enter King, Nobles, and Attendants, &c. Has laid your royal citadel in ashes. 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, 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 ? Or bold concerto, or soft Siciliana, Queen. A civil fellow !- -play us the Black, Let's grasp the forelock of this apt occasion, Joak. [Music plays. To greet the victor, in his flow of glory. [Queen and Ladies dance the Black Joak. So much for dancing; now let's rest a while. A grand triumph.—Enter CHRONONHOTONTHOBring in the tea-things; does the kettle boil? LOGOS, guards and attendants, &c. met by Tat. The water bubbles and the tea-cups skip, RIGDUM-FUNNIDOS and ALDIBORONTIPHOSCOThrough eager hope to kiss your royal lip. [Tea brought in. Queen. Come, ladies, will you please to chuse your tea; Or green Imperial, or Pekoe Bohea? PHORNIO. Aldi. All hail to Chrononhotonthologos! 1st Lady. Never, no, never sure on earth was Intreat you to inspect our inmost souls, seen, So gracious, sweet, and affable a queen! 2d Lady. She is an angel! 1st Lady. She's a goddess rather! And read, in them, what tongue can never utter. To thee, and gentle Rigdum-Funnidos, Tat. She's angel, queen, and goddess, altoge- Our bounty's debtor to your loyalty, ther! Queen. Away! you flatter me. 1st Lady. We don't indeed: Your merit does our praise by far exceed. Which shall, with interest, be repaid e're long. Queen. You make me blush: Pray, help me This haughty queen shall be no longer mine, 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 prayers. [They dance off. SCENE III.-An anti-chamber. Enter RIGDUM and ALDIBORONTI. 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! Rig. The devil she is! Well, I see mischief is going forward with a vengeance! Aldi. But, lo! the conqueror comes, all crowned with conquest! A solemn triumph graces his return. Rig. Now, my dear little Phoscophorny, for a Aldi. A sudden diarrhea's rapid force King. Bid the physicians of the world assemble Whole magazines of galli-potted nostrums, The man that cures our queen shall have our em- pire. SCENE I-4 garden. Enter TATLANTHE and QUEEN. ACT II. Queen. Heigh ho! my heart! 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 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 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 charm- 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 : You are too pertly lavish in his praise. Leave me for ever! [TATLANTHE kneeling. VOL. III. And from her brow dispel that angry frown. Queen. Tatlanthe, rise; you have pravailed 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 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, bis every 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 flv, For I must have him, if I live or die. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A bed chamber. CHRONONHOTONTHOLOGOS asleep. Rough music. viz. Salt-boxes and rolling-pins grid-irons and tongs; sow-gelders' horns, marrow-bones and cleavers, &c. &c. [He wakes. Chron. What heavenly sounds are these that charm my ears! Sure 'tis the music of the tuneful spheres. Enter Captain of the guards. Capt. A messenger from general Bombardini an Craves instance audience of your majesty. Chron. Give him admittance. Enter Herald. Her. Long life to Chrononhotonthologos! Your faithful general, Bombardinian, Sends you his tongue, transplanted in my mouth, M Our scouts already watch the wished approach, Which shall be welcomed by the drum's dread rattle, The cannon's thunder, and the trumpet's blast; She sees thy tender passion, AIR.-Changes. To thee I yield my power divine, Take this magic wand in hand, All the world's at thy command, Cupid descends, and sings. Are you a widow, or are you a wife? Chron. Tell him I come; my flying steed pre- Or are you a maiden, so fair and so bright? pare: Ere thou art half on horse-back I'll be there. [Exeunt. SCENE III-A prison. The king of the Antipodes discovered asleep on a couch. Enter QUEEN. Queen. Is this a place-Oh! all ye gods This a reception for the man I love ? 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? Venus descends in her chariot, and sings. Ven. See Venus does attend thee, Love's goddess will befriend thee, My dilding, my dolding, As the dew that flies over the mulberry 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. 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. Bom. See that the table instantly be spread, Doc. My lord, he's dead. ed. 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 pantry: I'll hash 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? Bom. Monarchs as great as Chrononhotonthologos, Have made a very hearty meal of worse. King. Ha! Traitor! dost thou brave me to my teeth? Take this reward, and learn to mock thy master. [Strikes him. Bom. A blow! shall Bombardinian 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; [Draws. [The women run off, crying, Help, Murder, &c. King. What means the traitor? Bom. 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 called; 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 a Doctor. Bom. How fares your majesty? Bom. Ha! dead! impossible! it cannot be ! I would not believe it, though himself should swear it. Go, join his body to his soul again, Or, by this light, thy soul shall quit thy body! Doc. My lord, he's far beyond the power of physic; His soul has left his body, and this world. Enter QUEEN and others. Aldi. O horrid! horrible! and horridest horror! Our king! our general! our cook! our doctor! To make a widow of a virgin queen? ther pother, Were I your majesty, I would try another. Rig. Ay, that I can, and please your majesty. So, ceremonies apart, let us proceed to business. Queen. Oh! but the mourning takes up all |