Term not exceeding one hundred years—[Sleepily.] Kind courtesy of Sir Amphid—Amphid—phib—phib—phib—ib—ib—
The Frog.
Just a trifling matter of a century!
The Queen.
So kind of him when already—given—mug! [Sleepily.] Good-night, my darling, for one hundred years! [Again kisses Moss-Rose and staggers to throne, falls on this, in sound slumber.]
The King.
[Following the Queen’s example.] Good-night, daughter—good-night, everybody—one hundred—
All.
Good-night—everybody—one hundred—[Falling asleep.]
The Frog.