Air, “Good morrow to your night cap.” Lieu.
Oh, King Harry you no doubt
  Find sleep how very sweet it is,

He little dreams what Dick's about,
  So dosey is that pate of his;
    Awake, awake, it's break of day!
    D&wblank;e, how he snores away!
Come move your stumps; my king of trumps,
  And douse your worsted night cap.

King H. (waking)
Who's there, lieutenant, is it you?

Lieu.
The same, my lord, how do you do?

King H.
Oh, I have had such dreams, that I
Do fear—

Lieu.
Dreams are all my eye!

King H.
Reach me a book, I'll try if reading can
Remove or scare the mulligrubs from man. [Lieutenant gives him a book, which he takes from the table. Enter Glo'ster, R. H. D.

Glo.
Good day, my lord; what are you reading?
Begone, fellow, learn good breeding. (to Lieu. [Exit Lieutenant, R. H. D.

King H.
Dicky's down to nicks, I find.

Glo.
Suspicion always haunts the kiddy's mind.

King H.
When thieves in spite of gallows rob and kill,
'Tis time that they were sent to Brixton Mill.
I've now the butcher in my eye,
By whom my boy was doom'd to die.

Glo.
Why, what a stupid ugly owl,
To teach his son the office of a fowl!
You should have taught your boy his pray'rs alone,
And then his life I'd scorn to bone.

King H.
If you'll listen, I'll tip you a song
Of my own composing—it is'nt long.

Glo.
The shorter the better.

King H.
This is the matter.

Air, “The White Cockade.” King H.
In London town, as most folks know,
A duchess leads a life of woe,
She's got a son with a face like tan,
Known by the name of the hump back man.
When she lay-in with this hump back man,
He'd teeth in his head had this hump back man.
The midwife out of the room she ran,
Quite scar'd at the sight of the hump back man.

Dogs bark'd, cocks crow'd, and asses bray'd,
The brute creation were all afraid,
Some stood, some flew, and others ran,
As the devil had kick'd 'em from the hump back man.
He is such a wicked hump back man,
A murd'ring thief is this hump back man;
And if I guess aright his plan,
I know I'm down to the hump back man.

Glo.
I'll hear no more—no prophecy for me;
Die and be d&wblank;n'd! die game, my kiddy.

King H.
Die game I cannot! oh, no, no,
But I must die just so, so—oh! [Dies very gently.

Air, “Oh Lady Fair” Glo.
What, have I floor'd good Mister Lanky!
Rise, if you dare, again on your flanky.
If you're alive, pray be so civil
As move—I send you to the devil!
Down, down to Hell, you'll soon be drawn in. King H.
I go, I go!—Dickey, good morning! [Lies down again. Glo.
Yes, he told true and not a crammer,
I came in this world, surely to d&wblank;n her.
'Twas her report—the midwife's to bind hers,
Swore that I was born with sharp grinders,

Which signified I'll snarl and bite, O,
And in all mischief take delight, O.
I go, I go—but Neddy's still reigning,
When he ground sweats—I'll count my gaining. [Exit, R. H. D.

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