Tim. No, no, Rooster, leave off now. You've got the prize. [He sits up and rubs his eyes.] Jim, we must ride back now. [Gradually more wide-awake.] Why, that's Chanticleer crowing outside!
[Jim also sits up.
Jim. What's that crowing? Where am I?
Tim. I've been dreaming I was riding a cock-horse.
Jim. And I dreamt I saw the fine lady. Oh, I'm so sleepy.
[They both fall back on pillow and go to sleep again.
Enter Nurse.
Nurse. What, asleep still! Come, it's time to get up. And you've been taking a book to bed, you naughty boys, and reading it instead of going to sleep. That's why you're so tired this morning. What's it about? Why, what absurd stuff!
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse:
With rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music——