CLEONI. Yes, here will we dwell until—But what form is that?
[The PRINCE here throws off the aforesaid black velvet opera cloak, and appears in a dress somewhat à la Sing Sing and Charlestown, to wit, one-half in an Admiral's uniform, the other half being that of a military officer.]
GIMFRISKY. My dear friends, I have no refreshments here to offer you, but I will show you the crater, if you will follow me.
LUCY. Lead on, thou gay and festive youth.
CLEONI. This gittin' up is somewhat rugged—
GIMFRISKY. Aye, but I'm used to that kind of business; but here we are at the top.
[At this moment an awful eruption takes place, and all are enveloped in smoke. Soon this clears away, and above the crater appear two huge paws, holding the PRINCE head downwards, while LUCY and CLEONI may be seen in loving embrace, sitting under a balloon, and steering due West.]
Epilogue by C. SUMNER, Esq.,—"Sweet are the uses of adversity."
Curtain falls to slow and solemn music.