Suspended, I'll dangle in air;
A victim to delicate love,
In Dyot Street, Bloomsbury Square. [Exit.
Enter Bombastes, preceded by a Fifer, playing "Michael Wiggins."
Bombas. Gentle musician, let thy dulcet strain
Proceed—play "Michael Wiggins" once again [he does so.]
Music's the food of love; give o'er, give o'er,
For I must batten on that food no more. [Exit Fifer.
My happiness is chang'd to doleful dumps,
Whilst, merry Michael, all thy cards were trumps.