_Enter_ LILLIPUTIAN HARLEQUIN, COLUMBINE, _and_ CLOWN; L. _Characteristic_ PAS _de_ TRIOS, _to the_ “NATIONAL WALTZ;” _little_ COLUMBINE _coquetting between_ HARLEQUIN _and_ CLOWN--_after they are off._ O. P. _various_ MASKS _enter severally--business ad libitum_.
SCENE.--_Venetian Carnival brilliantly illuminated--various characters on--Music, Dancing, Tumbling, and masquerade business ad libitum, till enter Jerry (as Sportsman) and Sue as Domino._
_Sue._ (_Coming down_). What game would you start here, Mr. Sportsman?
_Jerry._ None, my pretty Domino--I only hunt in Somersetshire; that’s my manor.
_Sue._ Manners makes the man, certainly; but you’re making game of me.
_Jerry._ I speak truth, by heaven!--Oh, Susan, lovely Susan, never can I forget thee, dear.
_Sue._ Indeed! then Susan takes you at your word. (_Unmasks_).
_Jerry._ Susan Rosebud!--Astonishment! then the Captain--Miss Trifle, and the pretty ballad singer!----
_Susan._ Were one and the same person, your humble servant!--I followed to preserve and reclaim you; I have done so, and I am happy--but your cousin comes, stand aside.
_Enter_ TOM, _as Don Giovanni, with_ KATE _as Domino_.
_Tom._ (_Advancing with Kate_). Could I find one of your sex that would be faithful, I would never rove again.
_Kate._ Then behold the reward of your sincerity, the constancy of your faithful Kate. (_Unmasks_).
_Enter_ LOGIC, _as Doctor Pangloss, with_ JANE _in Domino_.
_Log._ (_Advancing with Jane_). I am an L.L.D. and A.S.S.
_Jane._ (_Unmasks_). You are indeed an A-S-S, not to have found me out before.
_Jerry._ Don’t be astonished, Bob--I’ll explain all:--Tom and I are going to make two matches; you must make the third--form a bunch of matches--exchange one imprisonment for another, her arms, you dog!--’aint you up?--
_Log._ I’m fly--Oxford has no fellowship like this! (_Embracing Jane_).
_Tom._ (_Coming down with Kate_). You are right, Bob, it has not.--Well, we have been amused by Life in London, now let us endeavour to profit by it;--let our experience teach us to avoid its quicksands, and make the most of its sunshine;--and in that anticipation let us hope our kind friends will pardon Tom, Jerry, and Logic all their sprees and rambles.
Three merry boys were Logic, Tom and Jerry, And many funny larks they have seen; Farewell, gay London, the country calls me home again, The coach moves on--the play is done--Goodbye, Goodbye.