COMIC PAS DEUX—Dusty Bob and Black Sal.
Accompanied by Rosin, on his cracked Cremona, and Jerry on a pair of Tongs, to the Air—“Jack’s alive.” In the course of the Pas Deux, Sal, by way of a variation, and in the fulness of her spirits, keeps twirling about: at the same time going round the Stage—Bob runs after her, with his hat in his hand, crying “Sarah! vy, Sarah, ’aint you well?” &c.—The black child seeing this, and thinking there is something the matter with its mother, also squalls violently; stretching its arms towards her: at length, Sal, becoming tired of her vagaries, sets to Bob, who exclaims, “Oh! it’s all right!” and the dance concludes.
Jerry. That would do honour to any crib; there’s nothing like pairing off according to fancy. You’re quite fly to the trotter shaking department, I see, my rum one!
Tom. To be sure he is a regular gravel digger; come, Sal, my lily. (Gives Sal gin).
Bob. Vy, Sarah, vere’s your manners; vy don’t you kurchy to the gemman?
Sal. Me do dat de second time. (Receives another glass). Your good helts, gemmen all. (Drinks).
Tom. Here, Dusty, my prince, now then, sluice your bolt. (Gives Bob gin).
Bob. Vell, your honours, here’s your luck. (Bolts gin). That’s a regular kwortern, I knows by my mouth.
Tom. There’s a swallow, Jerry, this fellow is a perfect mop.
Jerry. Now, Doctor, we must think of starting—Eh!—zounds! what’s the matter with you? (To Logic).