Bumble. Pray be under no apprehension. Until the Police Force is placed under the direct control of the Council, the members will do their best to protect you. It stands to reason that a great community like London should have its own guardians under its own direct control.
Clown (as before). And now let's jump through this building.
Bumble. Again I must put my veto upon your proceedings. If you were to jump through that wall no doubt a placard would appear bearing the legend "Somersault Place." This might be apt, but no change in the nomenclature of the streets can be permitted without the direct sanction of Spring Gardens.
Clown (as before). And now let's pelt this house, and all who's in it!
Bumble. Stop, stop! You are attacking our own sacred building. (To Harlequin). Will you be so good as to change the locale. (Harlequin strikes building, which turns into the Mansion House.) Now you may do what you please. For the Corporation of the City of London is so effete that we have no sympathy for it!
[Scene of bustle and confusion, and curtain.
New Musical Work: Leading Strings.—If it isn't a title it ought to be for the biographies of celebrated violinists from Paganini to Joachim.