That John and Mrs. Bull, from ale and tea-houses,
May shout huzza for Punch's Apotheosis!
They dance and sing.
Air—'Sure such a day.' Tom Thumb.
Lear.
Dance, Regan! dance, with Cordelia and Goneril—
Down the middle, up again, poussette, and cross;
Stop, Cordelia! do not tread upon her heel,
Regan feeds on coltsfoot, and kicks like a horse.
See, she twists her mutton fists like Molyneux or Beelzebub,