Little John And The Giants A Dramatic Opera |
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 | Little John And The Giants |  |
SCENE II.
Rumbo and Blunderbore.Rumb.
'Sfish! what have we got here?
Blund.
Do you want to know,
You hulking slobber-chops?
Rumb.
Bo—o, o, o!
Blund.
Hey day, do you think to fright us? blood and thunder!
Rumb.
O sir! pray sir!—you see, sir, I knock under—
Good sir, may I crave your name?
Blund.
'Tis Blunderbore!
Rumb.
'Tis Blunderbuss, you mean, you thumping son of a whore.
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My blood and breath!
Rumb.
Don't bite its pretty thumbs—
I'll send to buy a bib, and sugar plumbs.
AIR II.
Tune. “A Country Lad I am.”Blund.
Odso, I do begin,
To think the rascal's bamming!
Rumb.
Keep ill words within,
And wisely save a slamming.
Blund.
Why, my Bully Bluff,
Do you think I fear you,
With your cock and huff!
Rumb.
Friend, if I was near you!—
Blund.
Caution guides the Wise,
In the midst of Joking.
Rumb.
Think what Wrath may rise,
If you grow provoking!
Blund.
Your bones I'd mill and fry,
In your greasy marrow!
Rumb.
You lie—
Blund.
You lie—
Rumb.
You lie—
Blund.
Sirrah!
Rumb.
Sirrah!
Blund.
Sirrah!
Rumb.
Nay, then I send all gentleness a jogging.
Have at your loggerhead!—
Blund.
Have at your noggin!—
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