"Watch, watch," he cried, when I had done the job.
"My watch is gone," says he—says I, "Just so;
Stop where you are—watches were made to go."
King. For which we make you Duke of Strombelo.
[Bombastes kneels; the King dubs him with a pipe, and then presents the bowl.
From our own bowl here drink, my soldier true,
And if you'd like to take a whiff or two,
He whose brave arm hath made our foes to crouch,
Shall have a pipe from this our royal pouch.
Bombas. [rises.] Honours so great have all my toils repaid!