DUETT.—Air, “Sure such a day.”
Sure such a day, for quarter day is nothing to it,
  Such a day as this there surely never was;
Murder and bloodshead, they say's the only thing to do it,
  And bring of all the days the last to us, that's poz.
Raw head and bloody bones, death and skeletons to day they say,
Have stalk'd about, and walk'd about, and frighten'd all the folks away,
Yet crooked Dick with death shows his agility,
They range, and say on change depends this world's impertubility!
Sure such a day, &c.

Stan.
But see, he comes this way, and looks with anger big,
I think my friend, we'd better hop the twig. [Exeunt, R. H. U. E. Enter Glos'ter in a hurry, L. H.

Air, “Black Joke.” Glo.
Alas! Queen Anne, she keeps no bed,
With piping her eye she's got mighty red,
  With her sob, sigh, get out! oh, my!
She's health enough an if she chuse
To walk to Chertsey, wear out her shoes,
Of me she cannot bear the sight—
Well—I cannot blame her—she's right, she's right,
  With her sob, sigh, get out! oh fye!
But see, but see my love appears,
With sighs I will melt her, and drown her with tears,
  With my ram 'em, cram 'em, nothing like gammon.
'Tis true my form may little move,
But a lover myself I will soon prove,
I'll wink and blink, and tip her the chink,
And if she refuses, I'll ask her to drink,
  And treat her to oysters and pickled salmon. [Retires, R. H.

Enter Lady Anne in mourning, Lord Stanley Tressel, Guards, and Bearers with King Harry's Body, R. H. U. E.

Lady A. (advancing to the centre of the Stage)
Oh! may duke Richard, who shed king Harry's blood,
Fall in a ditch over his head in mud.

Glo. (advancing)
Hallo! you body snatchers, set it down.

Gua.
Move one foot, and we'll crack your crown.

Glo.
Villains, set it down! or, by Saint Paul,
I'll upset your load and bang you all.

Lady A.
What is't you want? begone, I say.

Glo.
Be not so hard for charity!

Lady A.
Be gone, your head is carroty.

Air, “Go, George, I can't endure you.” Lady A.
Go, Dick, you're much to blame, sir,
  To get at such a game, sir,
I wonder were you ever found the cheek to woo me now!
  Your suit is all in vain,
  I tell you so again,
  So no more I tell you, but
  The string you'd better cut,

Come brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush;
  Come mizzle, hop the twig;
Come brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush;
  Or off I'll pull your wig! (Pulls off his wig and throws it away.

Air, “Since Kathleen has prov'd so untrue.” Glo.
Now then without ever a word,
Rum ti iddity, &c.
First hold my sharp pointed sword,
With your rum ti iddity, &c.
King Henry to be sure I did stab,
Rum ti iddity, &c.
But never once thought he would blab,
With his rum ti iddity, &c.
Young Edward I stuck in the breast,
Rum ti iddity, &c. (She offers to strike.
But thy beauty it must be confest,
Made me rum ti iddity, &c.
To rejoice at this deed I was bent,
Rum ti iddity, &c. (She offers to strike.
But thy eyes hath made mine penitent.
Rum ti iddity, &c. (She drops the sword.

Take up the sword, here's my heart,
Rum ti iddity, &c. (She turns away.
Would you choose a cheese cake or a tart?
With RUM, ti iddity, &c.

Air, “Oh Miss Bailey.” Lady A.
Of all the cheese that's in the world, O give to me plain Glo'ster,
For 'tis the cheese that was so liked by my friend Miss Foster.
There's Mister Maggot the cheesemonger, she would against his house rap,
Till by eating too much cheese, she made her mouth a mouse trap!

Air, “Nancy Dawson.” Glo.
Since Glo'ster is my name you know,
And Glo'ster with you seems all the go,
We'll have blue ruin, if you'll go
  To All-max in the east, O.
But if blue ruin you refuse,
For yourself you must begin to choose,
Most ladies comfort drams do use,
  But, don't make yourself a beast O.

Lady A.
Your choice I like—we'll have quarterns two,
I'll drink untill I'm blind— Glo.
So do, Both.
We'll drink away till all is blue, Glo.
  And I will be your flash chap! Lady A.
But if into a ditch I fall? Glo.
Then out again I will you maul, Lady A.
But what if Glo'ster fall and all? Glo.
  Don't make your mouth a mouse trap. [They dance off, L. H. Music playing “Off she goes,” the Bearers stand in the middle with the body; Tressel, Guards, &c. dance round, then exeunt, L. H. U. E.

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