False Heir (mortally wounded). My time has come—Here are the papers—You are the Baron de la Bluebags.
[Grand display of blue-fire, and fall of Curtain.
ACT IV.
FUN AT THE PLAY
FUN AT THE PLAY
He. Excuse me, madam, but you are sitting on my hat.
She. Oh, I’m so sorry; I thought it was my husband’s.
