King of Spades. I would fain go out and beat the Knave for causing this delay. (Sounds and cries.) Have at him! Have at him, sir! Now, a good one for me, sir, a good one!
[The sounds and cries gradually cease.]
Queen of Clubs. Prithee, Sir Joker, finish your rhyme; you did but sing the first lines.
Joker (sings).
"The Queen of Hearts
She baked some tarts
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts
He stole those tarts,
And bore them far away.
"The King of Hearts
Called for those tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore—"
Enter the King of Hearts, L., somewhat out of breath, rolling down his sleeves, and followed by the Knaves of Diamonds, Clubs, and Spades.
King of Hearts. Ah, but I did ply the rod right lustily! I am quite aweary. [Sits down.]
King of Spades (rubbing his hands). We did much enjoy the music!
Queen of Hearts. Good spouse, I would beg one thing of thee. It being the Fourth of July, and so our nation's birthday, spare the rogue his life. Let him come before us again. You heard him say he would make explanation. Let him come and speak. Perchance it is not too late for him to make restitution.
King of Hearts (in astonishment). Dost thou truly desire that the varlet should be spared?