Again he slights me! Bubbling heart, be still! Keep Henry from that girl I must, and will! She hinted I--in language far from vague-- Like _Xantippe_, was _sent to be_ a plague; Openly told that corpulent barbarian I'm his "grey mare," and also no _grey-mare-ian_; Said I'm a vixen, and in manner rude Told him he wasn't _wise_ to be so _shrew'd_. My happiness she's marred, my heart she's wrung With _hideous hints_ from her (h)insidious tongue. She would ke-rush me!--ah! But soft--no riot! Now, bubbling heart, oblige me, and lie quiet. The King himself describes the course of his feelings towards Anne in the following ditty:-- When I courted Anne Boleyn, with love I was drunk, Oh, I cannot remember the thoughts that I--_thunk_, I know I winked at her, and she at me--_wunk_, With my itheremyky, kitheremyky, Katheremyku-etty cum, fol de rol liddle de ray. I said, "Let me kneel at your feet," and I--_knole_, And I asked her upon me to smile, and she--_smole_, Then I said, "I feel happier than ever I--_fole_" With my, etc. She murmured, "My waist do not squeeze," but I--_squoze_, And remained at her feet till she told me to--_rose_, For she wanted to sneeze, and softly she--_snoze_, With my, etc. For a time I continued to woo, yes, I--_wode_, Then I asked her to go to the church, and we--_gode_, Having made up our minds to be tied, we were--_tode_, With my, etc. Time winged his swift course, yes, his swift course Time--_wung_; And this was the thing he was bringing, and--_brung_; Dislike for Anne Boleyn, I wish she was _hung_! With my, etc. "The Field of the Cloth of Gold" (which was revived in London, with only tolerable success, a year or two ago) has to do mainly with the meeting of Henry VIII. and Francis I. (Mr. David James) on that historic spot--an event which is here surrounded with the most ludicrous circumstances possible. There is a sub-plot which deals with the loves of Constance de Grey (Miss A. Swanborough) and the Earl of Darnley (Miss Lydia Thompson), as interrupted and jeopardised by the pretensions and machinations of Sir Guy the Cripple (Mr. Thomas Thorne). The comic incidents are somewhat pantomimical, and the main merit of the piece lies in the humour of its dialogue, which is always sparkling. One of the puns in this burlesque is among the very best ever perpetrated, and is, indeed, a historical possession. Need I quote it? The King has crossed over from Dover to Calais on a stormy day, and arrives in a very "indisposed" condition:-- _Henry._ I am ill. _Suffolk._ Nay, sire, cheer up, I pray. _Henry._ Yesterday all was fair--a glorious Sunday, But this _sick transit_ spoils the _glory o' Monday_.