1st Lady. That blush becomes you.
Tat. Would I were a man.
Queen. I'll hear no more of these fantastic airs. [Bell rings.
The bell rings in. Come, ladies, let's to pray'rs. [They dance off.
Scene.—An Anti-Chamber.
Enter Rigdum-Funnidos and Aldiborontiphoscophornio.
Rig. Egad, we're in the wrong box! Who the devil would have thought that Chrononhotonthologos should beat that mortal sight of Tippodeans? Why, there's not a mother's child of them to be seen, egad, they footed it away as fast as their hands could carry 'em; but they have left their king behind 'em. We have him safe, that's one comfort.
Aldi. Would he were still at amplest liberty.
For, oh! my dearest Rigdum-Funnidos;
I have a riddle to unriddle to thee,