Santa. Well I declare, the fellow has actually fallen asleep!
(exit, Fairies, R. U. E.
O’Rourke. (starting suddenly) No Oi’m not asleep naythur. Who said Oi was asleep, eh? (yawns; starts to raise his hand to his mouth; Gussie places his own hand over O’Rourke’s mouth) By the powers now, Oi’ve a notion to knock a quart of stars out av yez eyes for that.
(sparring
Gus. Your majesty, it is one of the privileges of my office to cover the King’s mouth when he yawns.
O’Rourke. It is, is it? Well don’t yez do that same any more while Oi am King or Oi’ll have yez hanged by the neck until yez are asphixiated, see?
Kitty. Poor man! It is very tiresome work, being a King.
O’Rourke. It is just that Miss Kitty; let me advise yez not to try it. But it will be different when Oi have you for my queen.
Santa. That can never be!
O’Rourke. Phwat is that? Git out sir, git out! Oi’ll have you banished to wance.