May kick like Harlequin, and sing like Orpheus.
So come, ye pupils of Sir John Gallini,
Spin up a teetotum like Angiollini;
That John and Mrs. Bull from ale and teahouses,
May shout huzza for Punch's Apotheosis! [They dance and sing.
Air—"Sure such a day."—Tom Thumb.
Lear. Dance, Regan, dance with Cordelia and Goneril,
Down the middle, up again, poussette, and cross;
Stop Cordelia, do not tread upon her heel,