But the piece is full of quips almost equally good. Mark the puns that the two kings fire off at each other when they foregather on the Field of the Cloth of Gold:-- _Henry._ Pshaw! Bluff King Hal fears not to make advances So long as the great King of _France is Francis_. _Francis._ With pride I this alliance look upon, While _Hal be on_ the throne of _Albion_. _Henry._ The English Harry'd flattery despise, He deems _all truths_ here uttered by _al-lies_. Of good old racy stock, he scorns hypocrisy. _Francis._ We've heard much of the English _Harri-stock-racy_. After this, one thinks comparatively little of such sallies as:-- "You an _exile_ here are _rated_." "Yes, It's not _exile-a-rating_, I confess." So, sire, I on the Tuesday ran away, To 'scape the _wedding_ on the _Wedding's day_. "Oh, mind! my hair you out in handfuls pull." "Why so much cry about a little wool?" At one point we have:-- _De Bois._ Your Majesty, we've sought you everywhere. Your absence much alarm has been creating, Even the royal dinner's been kept waiting Till you came home. _Francis._ So you regret, I see, The _missing dinner_--not the _absentee_. Surrey, in "Windsor Castle," is represented not only as poet but as composer, and in the combined characters puts together a love song addressed to his Geraldine. Unfortunately, when he comes to sing it to her, he finds he has forgotten some of the words:-- _Surrey._ Well! the _refrain_ which I composed as well, Is no "Fol de riddle lol," made in my cell; Where, 'stead of idly _lolling_ all the day, My time I fol de riddle _lolled_ away, I cannot somehow call each verse to mind, But substitutes for words I soon can find; Toodle um, or something of that sort; I'll sing the air; 'tis very sweet and short. (_Sings._) Oh my Geraldine, No flow'r was ever seen so toodle um. (_Fondly_) You are my lum ti toodle lay, Pretty, pretty queen Is rum ti Geraldine and something teen, (_Rapturously_) More sweet than tiddle lum in May. Like the star so bright, That something's all the night, My Geraldine! (_With intensity_) You're fair as the rum ti lum ti sheen, _Boleyn_ (_without_). What, ho! _Surrey_ (_speaks impressively_). This is impromptu. Hark! there is what--ho! From something-um, you know, Dear, what I mean. (_With deep feeling_) Oh! rum! tum!! tum!!! my Geraldine.