Lion.
Oh, no, I wouldn’t. I mean to have this job to myself.
[He and the lizard close in mortal combat. After a gallant struggle the latter is killed, and the lion proceeds to eat him. Suddenly a shadowy form issues from the grave at back of stage.
Lion.
Bahrám, by Jove! Confound that jackass!
[Bolts remains of lizard and then bolts himself, pursued by shadowy form.
Wild Ass.
They said I couldn’t wake him. But I knew better! Hee-haw!
[Exit in triumph.]
[A sound in revelry becomes noticeable from the tavern. A crowd gathers outside. The voice of Omar, rather tipsy, is heard.