Mer. Rest, my maid, lie still and slumber:
Now for my carriage. I’ve forgot the number:
That is too bad, I ne’er can find mine,
So many are ordered for just half-past nine.
What’s to be done? I’m getting in a muss,
I know. I’ll take her off instanter in a buss.
Halloo, halloo! Why, here’s the deuse to pay,—
Man with a light, and coming down this way!
I’ll step aside and of this light keep dark.
(Hides R.)