2nd King.—O stay! for you need not as yet go astray;
The tide, like a friend, has brought ships in our way,
And on their high ropes we will play;
Like maggots in filberts, we’ll snug in our shell,
We’ll frisk in our shell,
We’ll firk in our shell,
And farewell.
1st King.— But the ladies have all inclination to dance,
And the green frogs croak out a coranto of France.
All this is quite Aristophanic. It is interrupted by a discussion between Bayes and his visitors on the music and the dance, and then the two kings continue:—