King. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore
Another lion give a grievous roar,
And the first lion thought the last a bore.
Bombas. Am I then mocked? Now by my fame I swear
You soon shall have it—There! [They fight.
King. Where?
Bombas. There and there!
King. I have it sure enough—Oh! I am slain!
I'd give a pot of beer to live again [falls on his back];
Yet ere I die I something have to say: