Anna. Oh, that won’t do!
Caroline. It should be a scarf.
Ned (tying sash at the side, around Arthur’s waist). Oh! never mind, we’re only rehearsing.
Lucy. How must the cross tyrant be dressed? Who knows?
Anna. The tyrant I saw had a cape hung on one shoulder. A shawl will do for that. (Brings shawl, which Ned hangs over his left shoulder.) Now, what must he wear on his head?
Lucy. I should think a tyrant ought to wear a tall hat.
Polly (going). I’ll get father’s.
Anna (to Polly). And something bright to put on it. I remember that part plainly.
George (calling after Polly). And something long, for a sword. (Exit Polly.)
Caroline. If the boys do that, can’t we girls make ourselves into wax-works?