King. Does he, by jingo? then we'll drink his health! [Drum and Fife.
Fusbos. But hark! with loud acclaim, the fife and drum
Announce your army near; behold, they come!
Enter Bombastes, attended by one Drummer, one Fifer, and two Soldiers, all very materially differing in size.—They march round the stage and back.
Bombas. Meet me this ev'ning at the Barley Mow;
I'll bring your pay—you see I'm busy now:
Begone, brave army, and don't kick up a row. [Exeunt Soldiers.
[To the King.] Thrash'd are your foes—this watch and silken string,
Worn by their chief, I as a trophy bring;
I knock'd him down, then snatch'd it from his fob;