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Read Ebook: Maiden Mona the Mermaid: A Fairy Play for Fairy People by Dixon Frederick A Frederick Augustus
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PRINCE DOODLE. What's that you say? That mountain! It's all rock. Diamonds inside! Oh, come! you only mock! I'd like to see my brother--
MONA. What's your name?
PRINCE DOODLE. Oh! I'm a Prince, Prince Doodle.
MONA. What a shame!
PRINCE DOODLE. My kingdom's in Cockagne, you must have heard Of Cock-a-doodle-do. That noble bird Was a remote progenitor. Indeed, Our pedigree, by Darwin, you can read.
MONA. Mermaids.
PRINCE DOODLE. Yes, fried!
MONA. Venus! He must be Cupid! Why how the boy has grown! Is she your "Ma?"
MONA. You have my sympathy, what can I do!
Dear me! That queer sensation's come again!
PRINCE DOODLE. Say, could you learn to love?
MONA. You'll teach me your way?
PRINCE DOODLE. It's plain! No doubt it's much the same in Norway.
MONA. Oh! Let us fly! The Gnome King!
PRINCE DOODLE. Fly! Of course. If you'll fly with me, dear, we'll never part.
MONA. I've just discovered that I've got--a heart!
ROOSTER, He! he!
G. KING. What mean these looks, you're very grave, I see. Well, let's to business. What are all these matters? We want some coin, our robes are torn to tatters.
There's not a candle left. It's nearly morning. What shall I say. Sir, see the day is dawning.
G. KING. Well, how's the Exchequer?
ROOS. Empty.
G. KING. Stock it.
ROOS. I've eighteen pence, sir, in my waistcoat pocket. It's pretty clear we must increase taxation.
G. K. We'll tax the gnomes of each denomination.
ROOS. They're taxed already, sir, wholesale and retail.
G. K. Tax them some more.
ROOS. But how?
G. K. Well, that's a detail. Taxes. Tax every thing and every body, Toffee and tubs, ice cream and whiskey toddy. Tax folks who fish--for compliments or salmon. Lay taxes on their corns for shooting.
ROOS. Gammon. You're pleased to joke. The situation's grave.
GENERAL BOUNCE. Can't we economise, that's my suggestion, What's Toby and what's not Toby's the question?
G. K. Well, how's the army? can we cut it down? Make sixpence go as far as half a crown?
G. BOUNCE. One General, and one Captain of the forces.
An inefficient staff, sir, that of course is; Of cavalry we've none.
G. K. The "Ryle Artileree?"
G. B. Burst up.
G. K. The Infantry?
G. B. All here you see.
But he's a big one. Pray don't mention halving; I grieve to say it, but the army's--
NOODLE. Starving!
G. K. Here's insurrection! mutiny! revolt! I'm not afraid, but p'raps I'd better bolt.
G. K. Here officers, on your allegiance stay, Protect your monarch now, don't run away!
It's fortunate at school I learnt to spell.
G. B. The army's disinfected!
G. K. What's the reason?
ROOSTER. Allow me to present your tailors' bill.
G. K. It must be done. A plan I'll now unfold, To fill our empty purse once more with gold. Stay! Are we quite secure?
One word! I love!
ROOSTER. Thou love'st?
G. BOUNCE. He loves.
CAPTAIN POUNCE. We love!
ROOSTER. Ye love!
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