All.
[Slightly roused.] Hark, hark, the lark!
The King.
Aye, the lark, and the hawk; bird of song and bird of prey alike; the lion and the lamb—all, all falling fast asleep! Hear old lion snore! Sleep one hundred years! [He drops into slumber again.]
The Frog.
Oh, I am so dry! I am so dry!
All.
Do keep still—not wake—everybody—one hundred—
The Frog.
But I am so dry! [A Gardener’s Boy sprays him.] That’s better! Oh, I was so dry! I was so dry! [Again All murmur.] All very well for landlubbers, but first time—I ever went without bath—one hundred years!