Herald.—O yes! O yes! O yes! take notice, pray,
Here are six noble knights, in arms to-day;
Who swear, that never yet was lady seen
So lovely as our new-elected Queen!
Against all comers they will prove 'tis so.
Oh yes! oh yes! oh yes!
Enter Percinet (L.) in Green Armour.
Per.— I say, oh no!
Grog.—Who's this Jack in the green?
Gra. [aside] Sure, I know who!
King.—Do you know what you say?
Per.—And mean it, too!
King.—How! come to court, and say just what you mean!
You're a Green Knight, indeed!
Per.—Sir Turnham Green!
Of Brentford's royal house a princely scion,
Knight of its ancient order, the Red Lion;
Baron of Hammersmith, a Count of Kew,
Marquis of Kensington, and Lord knows who.
But all these titles willingly I waive
For one more dear—Fair Graciosa's slave!
I'll prove it, on the crest of great or small,
She's Beauty's Queen, who holds my heart in thrall,
And Grognon is a foul and ugly witch!
King.—If you're a gentleman, behave as sich!
Per.—Come one, come all! here, I throw down my gage!
King.—A green gage, seemingly!
Grog.— I choke with rage!
To arms! my knights!
[The Knights enter their Pavilions.
Gra.— I'll bet a crown he mills 'em!