[Flourish.
SCENE II.—KING, QUEEN, GRIZZLE, NOODLE, DOODLE, FOODLE.
King. [1] Let nothing but a face of joy appear; The man who frowns this day shall lose his head, That he may have no face to frown withal. Smile Dollallolla—Ha! what wrinkled sorrow [2] Hangs, sits, lies, frowns upon thy knitted brow? Whence flow those tears fast down thy blubber'd cheeks, Like a swoln gutter, gushing through the streets?
[Footnote 1: Phraortes, in the Captives, seems to have been acquainted with King Arthur:
Proclaim a festival for seven days' space,
Let the court shine in all its pomp and lustre,
Let all our streets resound with shouts of joy;
Let musick's care-dispelling voice be heard;
The sumptuous banquet and the flowing goblet
Shall warm the cheek and fill the heart with gladness.
Astarbe shall sit mistress of the feast.
]
[Footnote 2:
Repentance frowns on thy contracted brow.—Sophonisba.
Hung on his clouded brow, I mark'd despair.—Ibid.
—A sullen gloom
Scowls on his brow.—Busiris.
]