Now with elusive Chance I'll try a fall
And on the fateful issue risk my all. [Flourish. Exit.
SCENE II.—A kitchen. In the middle a dixie. Thunder.
Enter Three Cooks.
First Cook. Thrice the dreadful message came.
Second Cook. Thrice the mystic buzzer buzzed.
Third Cook. Sergeant cries, "'Tis time, 'tis time."
First Cook. Round about the dixie go;
In the dense ingredients throw—
Extra bully, every lump