Accordingly, prince Volscius yields to the influence of a fair _demoiselle_, who bears the classical name of Parthenope, and after various exhibitions of hesitation, he does not leave town. Another scene or two, with little meaning, but full of clever parodies on the plays of Dryden, the Howards, and their contemporaries. The first scene of the fourth act opens with a funeral, a parody upon colonel Henry Howard's play of the "United Kingdoms." Pallas interferes, brings the lady who is to be buried to life, gets up a dance, and furnishes a very extempore feast. The princes Prettyman and Volscius dispute about their sweethearts. At the commencement of the fifth act the two usurping kings appear in state, attended by four cardinals, the two princes, all the lady-loves, heralds, and sergeants-at-arms, &c. In the middle of all this state, "the two right kings of Brentford descend in the clouds, singing, in white garments, and three fiddlers sitting before them in green." "Now," says Bayes to his friends, "because the two right kings descend from above, I make 'em sing to the tune and style of our modern spirits." And accordingly they proceeded in a continuous parody:-- _1st King._--Haste, brother king, we are sent from above. _2nd King._--Let us move, let us move; Move, to remove the fate Of Brentford's long united state. _1st King._--Tara, tan, tara!--full east and by south. _2nd King._--We sail with thunder in our mouth. In scorching noon-day, whilst the traveller stays, Busy, busy, busy, busy, we bustle along, Mounted upon warm Phœbus's rays, Through the heavenly throng, Hasting to those Who will feast us at night with a pig's pettytoes. _1st King._--And we'll fall with our plate In an olio of hate _2nd King._--But, now supper's done, the servitors try, Like soldiers, to storm a whole half-moon pie. _1st King._--They gather, they gather, hot custards in spoons: But, alas! I must leave these half-moons, And repair to my trusty dragoons. _2nd King._--O stay! for you need not as yet go astray; The tide, like a friend, has brought ships in our way, And on their high ropes we will play; Like maggots in filberts, we'll snug in our shell, We'll frisk in our shell, We'll firk in our shell, And farewell. _1st King._--But the ladies have all inclination to dance, And the green frogs croak out a coranto of France. All this is quite Aristophanic. It is interrupted by a discussion between Bayes and his visitors on the music and the dance, and then the two kings continue:--