“But Cupid is a downy cove
Wot it takes a deal to hinder;
For if you shuts him out o’ the door,
Vy, he’ll valk in at the vinder.”
Nobody cares to read such verse, but, sung by Robson, it brings down the House. As a specimen of the wit, it is difficult to make a selection worthy of Planché from his latest pieces at the Olympic; but take the following from the Prince of Happy Land, which he has repeated in a weaker form in the Yellow Dwarf. The princess is to choose a husband out of ten suitors.
“Duchess. ——You’d not refuse
Ten sovereigns in succession?
Princess. Yes, indeed,
If they’re bad sovereigns, madam.
Duchess. Bad ones!—Read,