Burlesque Plays and Poems

by Unknown

Fusbos. This was the way they came, and much I fear

There's mischief in the wind. What have we here?

King Artaxominous bereft of life!

Here'll be a pretty tale to tell his wife.

Bombas. A pretty tale, but not for thee to tell,

For thou shalt quickly follow him to hell;

There say I sent thee, and I hope he's well.

Fusbos. No, thou thyself shalt thy own message bear;

Short is the journey, thou wilt soon be there. [They fight—Bombastes is wounded.

Bombas. Oh, Fusbos, Fusbos! I am diddled quite,