"Sim. Why, Sir, what's that to any body?—perhaps by Salmoneus's Brazen Bridge, or the Giant's Mountain, or the Tower of Babel, or on Theobald's bull-dogs, or—who the devil cares how?—he is there, and that's enough."
* * * * *
"Sim. Now for a Phoenix of a song.
"Song by JUPITER.
"You dogs, I'm Jupiter Imperial,
King, Emperor, and Pope aetherial,
Master of th' Ordnance of the sky.—
"Sim. Z——ds, where's the ordnance? Have you forgot the pistol? (to the Orchestra.)
"Orchestra. (to some one behind the scenes.) Tom, are not you prepared?
"Tom. (from behind the scenes.) Yes, Sir, but I flash'd in the pan a little out of time, and had I staid to prime, I should have shot a bar too late.
"Sim. Oh then, Jupiter, begin the song again.—We must not lose our ordnance.
"You dogs, I'm Jupiter Imperial,
King, Emperor, and Pope aetherial,
Master of th' Ordnance of the sky; &c. &c.
[Here a pistol or cracker is fired from behind the scenes.]