[In chorus as they write.]

Squeaking—


King

[Wears a crown over his wig; puts on his spectacles as he says.]

Herald, read the accusation!

White Rabbit

[Blows three blasts on his trumpet, unrolls parchment scroll and reads to music.]

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day;
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!

King