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SCENE I.

A Court-yard in the King's Palace.—Enter Doctor Bolus and Courtiers.
AIR—Bolus and Courtiers.
(Tune—“O dear! what can the matter be?”)
O dear! what can the matter be!
Dear, dear, what can the matter be!
O dear, what can the matter be!
Our Queen sure the ghost will give up.
Here is a wretched, unfortunate pack of us—
His Majesty will make an end, in a crack, of us;
O 'twill be Dickey with ev'ry man Jack of us!—

[The King appears at a window above.
King.
Zooks, what a noise you kick up!

Bolus.
Artipadiades! pray smooth your brow,
Her Majesty, the Queen is—

King.
What's the row?
Now, by my sword of vengeance, so much dreaded,
You all of ye deserve to be beheaded!

Bolus.
My honour'd Liege, the Queen will die.

King.
Then let her!

Bolus.
She's got the cholic, Sire.

King.
So much the better!

Bolus.
She'll kick the bucket—

King.
Silence! prithee hush!
My Lords, and Doctor B---, you'd better brush.

[The King shuts the window. The Scene closes.