Enter Romeo, L., dragging child’s carriage, containing a large bottle of Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup.
Rom. Bah! I’m chilled through, and hungry as a shark.
I do remember where an oysterman did dwell
Who opened Providence Rivers passing well,
Concocted luscious stews and toothsome roasts
And “Fancys,” which are oysters laid on toast.
I would that I to-night within his stall
Might seat myself, and for a good roast call;
But I’m forbid, for I to-night must stir up,
My fainting soul with Winslow’s Soothing Syrup.