Text 5
- SUCTION:
The trumpeter shat in his hat . . . TRA LA!
- SIPSOP:
. . . And clapt it on his head. TRA LA!!
- GIMBLET:
Ha, Ha, Ha.
- QUID:
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[scornfully] I'll begin again.
Little Phebus came strutting in
With his fat belly & his round chin,
What is it you would please to have?
Ho! Ho!
I won't let it go at only so & so.[GIMBLET thinks they mean her; TILLY LALLY laughs]
- ARADOBO:
[to QUID] Who was Phebus, sir?
- OBTUSE ANGLE:
He was the God of physic, painting, perspective, geometry, geography, astronomy, cookery, chemistry, mechanics, tactics, pathology, phraseology, theology, mythology, astrology, osteology, somatology -- in short, every art and science adorned him as beads around his neck.
- ARADOBO:
Did he understand engraving?
- OBTUSE ANGLE:
Indeed he did.
- ARADOBO:
Well, he was as great as Chatterton.
- TILLY LALLY:
[to OBTUSE ANGLE] Who was as great as Chatterton?
- OBTUSE ANGLE:
Hey! How should I know? Who was it, Aradobo?
- ARADOBO:
Why sir, the gentleman that the song was about.
