_King._ Be thou first hash'd in hell, audacious slave. [_Kills him, and turns to_ BOMBARDINION. Hash'd pork! shall Chrononhotonthologos Be fed with swine's flesh, and at second-hand? Now, by the gods! thou dost insult us, general! _Bomb._ The gods can witness, that I little thought Your majesty to other flesh than this Had aught the least propensity. [_Points to the ladies._ _King._ Is this a dinner for a hungry monarch? _Bomb._ Monarchs, as great as Chrononhotonthologos, Have made a very hearty meal of worse. _King_ Ha! traitor! dost thou brave me to my teeth? Take this reward, and learn to mock thy master. [_Strikes him._ _Bomb._ A blow! shall Bombardinion take a blow? Blush! blush, thou sun! start back thou rapid ocean! Hills! vales! seas! mountains! all commixing crumble, And into chaos pulverize the world; For Bombardinion has receiv'd a blow, And Chrononhotonthologos shall die. [_Draws._ [_The women run off, crying, "Help! Murder!" &c._ _King._ What means the traitor? _Bomb._ Traitor in thy teeth, Thus I defy thee! [_They fight, he kills the King._ Ha! what have I done? Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd; And let the man that calls it be the caller; And, in his calling, let him nothing call, But coach! coach! coach! Oh! for a coach, ye gods! [_Exit raving._ _Returns with a_ DOCTOR. _Bomb._ How fares your majesty? _Doct._ My lord, he's dead. _Bomb._ Ha! dead! impossible! it cannot be! I'd not believe it, tho' himself should swear it. Go join his body to his soul again, Or, by this light, thy soul shall quit thy body. _Doct._ My lord, he's far beyond the power of physic, His soul has left his body and this world. _Bomb._ Then go to t'other world and fetch it back. [_Kills him._ And, if I find thou triflest with me there, I'll chase thy shade through myriads of orbs, And drive thee far beyond the verge of Nature. Ha!--Call'st thou, Chrononhotonthologos? I come! your faithful Bombardinion comes! He comes in worlds unknown to make new wars, And gain thee empires num'rous as the stars. [_Kills himself._ _Enter_ QUEEN _and others._ _Aldi._ O horrid! horrible, and horrid'st horror! Our king! our general! our cook! our doctor! All dead! stone dead! irrevocably dead! O----h!---- [_All groan, a tragedy groan._ _Queen._ My husband dead! ye gods! what is't you mean, To make a widow of a virgin queen? For, to my great misfortune, he, poor king, Has left me so; aint that a wretched thing?