Log. (Opening the letter). Aye, aye, that will do, go along—(Exit Turnkey) What’s this?—Five hundred pounds!—(Takes out note).—Wheugh!—Let me read—“Sir Jeremy Brag and the Captain, present compliments to Doctor Logic, request his acceptance of the enclosed, to free him from his present difficulties; it is the same sum his friends threw away on an odd trick the other evening.—If Mr. Logic and his friends will look in at the Venetian Carnival, this evening, they will be joined by the Captain, Sir Jeremy, the Miss Trifles, and the Mendicants from the Holy Land; when, if properly solicited, the Masqueraders may unmask.” Prodigious!—I’m at fault here. I’ll away at once; drop the debt and costs in the hatchway, and be off to the Carnival.
Tom. We’ll go with you, Doctor.
[Exeunt Tom, Jerry, and Logic.
Smug. Why, they’ve hoisted sails, lads—well, success to them—oh the changes of life!
CHORUS.—(Omnes).
Air.—“Here we go up, up, up.”
Some there are up, up, up,
And some there are down, down, down,
But whether above or below,
Let us always take care of the crown.
They that are out may grin,
While those that are in may fret,
Yet poverty ne’er was a sin,
And we’re sure they can’t hang us for debt.
Fol, lol.
[Exeunt.
SCENE.—Leicester Square.—Characters dressed in Masquerade, cross the stage, as if going to the Carnival—Dominoes lead the way.
Enter OLD MAID and POODLE followed by CLOWN—CLOWN steals POODLE, and pops his own head in POODLE’S place—OLD MAID enraged, pummels CLOWN’S pate till she breaks her fan—CLOWN carries her off squalling R. They are followed by grotesgue DWARF, in chintz gown and cap, with big head; preceded by servants with candles, who also exit.