PUFF.
No, sir—that’s not it—once more, if you please.
DON FEROLO WHISKERANDOS.
I wish, sir, you would practise this without me—I can’t stay dying here all night.
PUFF.
Very well; we’ll go over it by-and-by.—[Exit WHISKERANDOS.] I must humour these gentlemen! Beef.
Farewell, brave Spaniard! and when next—
PUFF.
Dear sir, you needn’t speak that speech, as the body has walked off.
BEEFEATER.
That’s true, sir—then I’ll join the fleet.
PUFF.
If you please.—[Exit BEEFEATER.] Now, who comes on? Enter GOVERNOR, with his hair properly disordered.
GOVERNOR.
A hemisphere of evil planets reign! And every planet sheds contagious frenzy! My Spanish prisoner is slain! my daughter, Meeting the dead corse borne along, has gone Distract! [A loud flourish of trumpets.] But hark! I am summoned to the fort: Perhaps the fleets have met! amazing crisis! O Tilburina! from thy aged father’s beard Thou’st pluck’d the few brown hairs which time had left! [Exit.]
SNEER.
Poor gentleman!
PUFF.
Yes—and no one to blame but his daughter!
DANGLE.
And the planets—