Peter Wilkins : Or, the loadstone rock and the flying Indians an extra extravagant extravaganza, In Two Acts |
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SCENE II.
—A Rocky Cavern. A piece of sail cloth in front, on a square piece like a door plate, the “Hon. Mr. Wildman, please to ring the bell.”Music. Enter Pug, (a Monkey) L.—he tumbles about in ecstasy, then rings the bell, tumbles, &c. and rings again. Enter Mr. Wildman, C.—he is dressed in a bear-skin suit, his head and beard a la Jeune France.
Wil.
Who rang the bell?
(sees Pug)
Oh, you, sir! well the news
That you thus rouse me from my pleasant snooze,
Besides I hate such early morning calls,
I dreamt too that I dwelt in marble halls.
[Music. Pug does action expressive of a ship at sea, and swimming.
What meant he by that strange convulsive motion?
That meant a ship, and that the briny ocean;
In action he's a very famous talker,
A dictionary quite—a perfect Walker.
[Exit Pug, L.
Long speeches from his paws with ease he sends,
In fact he's language at his fingers' ends.
[Music. Pug returns, continues action.
That roll and twist! The ship is nearer?
(Pug bows affirmatively, and rolls about pleased)
True,
I'll lay one pound the vessel will lay-to,
I wish it may, for since I lost my wife,
I've led a very so-so sort of life!
With sentiment I don't wish much to trouble you,
But oh! she was a woman! Mrs. W.
[Pug expresses dissent.
'Tis true, she was a little of a dawdle,
And had a trifling spice of Mrs. Caudle.
Tho' just in confidence, don't talk about it,
Is there one woman in the world without it?
[Pug jabbers.
Hot tempers may for wedlock still be good,
Like “peppers and that sort of thing for food.”
[Pug runs out, and describes the position of the ship.
(Looks off.)
Ah! to the Loadstone Rock, too late diskivered.
[Music.
There! Every sailor's got his timbers shiver'd!
To linger would betray great impropriety,
We'll form at once, Pug, “A Humane Society.”
Collect the drags and follow in a trice,
I'll be the president, and you the vice.
SONG.Oh, you, sir! well the news
That you thus rouse me from my pleasant snooze,
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I dreamt too that I dwelt in marble halls.
[Music. Pug does action expressive of a ship at sea, and swimming.
What meant he by that strange convulsive motion?
That meant a ship, and that the briny ocean;
In action he's a very famous talker,
A dictionary quite—a perfect Walker.
[Exit Pug, L.
Long speeches from his paws with ease he sends,
In fact he's language at his fingers' ends.
[Music. Pug returns, continues action.
That roll and twist! The ship is nearer?
(Pug bows affirmatively, and rolls about pleased)
True,
I'll lay one pound the vessel will lay-to,
I wish it may, for since I lost my wife,
I've led a very so-so sort of life!
With sentiment I don't wish much to trouble you,
But oh! she was a woman! Mrs. W.
[Pug expresses dissent.
'Tis true, she was a little of a dawdle,
And had a trifling spice of Mrs. Caudle.
Tho' just in confidence, don't talk about it,
Is there one woman in the world without it?
[Pug jabbers.
Hot tempers may for wedlock still be good,
Like “peppers and that sort of thing for food.”
[Pug runs out, and describes the position of the ship.
(Looks off.)
Ah! to the Loadstone Rock, too late diskivered.
[Music.
There! Every sailor's got his timbers shiver'd!
To linger would betray great impropriety,
We'll form at once, Pug, “A Humane Society.”
Collect the drags and follow in a trice,
I'll be the president, and you the vice.
(To the burthen of which Pug tumbles.)
Pug, let us toddle now the fair's begun,
Before you say Jack Robinson the ship is done;
Her danger every moment palpably encreases
Like an actor I could mention, she will be in lots of pieces.
Hey go along!
Pug, let us toddle now the fair's begun,
Before you say Jack Robinson the ship is done;
Her danger every moment palpably encreases
Like an actor I could mention, she will be in lots of pieces.
Hey go along!
[Exeunt, L.
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