ACT I.
The scene, like the hero, is laid in bed. The room is strewed with wearing apparel in great disorder. The appearance of the candle suggests the probability of its having been extinguished by a blow from a clothes-brush. Soft music from the Somnambula which changes to “Who's dat Knocking at the Door?”
Frank, (awaking) Who's there?
Boots. Sure, your 'onour, it's Boots.
Frank. Well, what do you want?
Boots. Plaze, yer 'onour, man's brought yer a hagle.
Frank. Who sent him? How much does he want for it? Boots. Miles, yer 'onour, Miles the guide. The man'll take tin shillings, yer 'onour; and he's an illigant hagle, with a power o' bake.
Frank. Tell him I'll have it, and let him wait till I come down.
Boots. I will, yer 'onour.
Curtain
(Pulled aside by Frank, to facilitate conversation)
Falls.
Interval of half an hour, during which I go to bed in high spirits, and Frank dreams that the Zoological Society have offered him a hundred for his new purchase.