The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . ! 0 you wretch ! cries Angelica. And, upon my conscience^ you—you squint a little. E ! cries Angelica. And your hair is red—and you are marked with the small-pox—andwhat ? you have three false teeth—and oneleg shorter than the other ! 46 FLOURISH TRUMPETS! RATTLE DRUMS! You brute, you brute, you! Angelica screamed out: and as sheseized the ring with one hand, she dealt Giglio one, two, three smackson the face, and would have pulled the hair off his head had he notstarte
The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . ! 0 you wretch ! cries Angelica. And, upon my conscience^ you—you squint a little. E ! cries Angelica. And your hair is red—and you are marked with the small-pox—andwhat ? you have three false teeth—and oneleg shorter than the other ! 46 FLOURISH TRUMPETS! RATTLE DRUMS! You brute, you brute, you! Angelica screamed out: and as sheseized the ring with one hand, she dealt Giglio one, two, three smackson the face, and would have pulled the hair off his head had he notstarted laughing, and crying, 0 dear me, Angelica, dont pull out my hair, it hurts! You mightremove a great deal qI your own, as I perceive, without scissors or pull-ing at all. 0 ho, ho ! ha, ha, ha ! he, he, he ! And he nearly choked himself with laughing, and she with rage,when, with a low bow, and dressed in his court habit, Count Gamba-bella, the first lord in waiting, entered and said, Royal highnesses!their majesties expect you in the pink throne-room, where they awaitthe arrival of the Prince of Crl\i ROYAL BULBO THIS WAY COMES 1 47 YIII. HOW GRUFFANUFF PICKED THE FAIRY RING UP, AND PRINCE BULBOCAME TO COURT. Prince Bulbos arrival had set all the court in a flutter: everybody was ordered to put his or her best clothes on : the footmen hadtheir gala liveries ; the lord chancellor his new wig ; the guards theirlast new tunics ; and Countess Gruffanuff, you may be sure, was gladof an opportunity of decorating her old person with her finest was walking through the court of the palace, on her way to waitupon their majesties, when she spied something glittering on the pave-ment, and bade the boy in buttons, who was holding up her train, togo and pick up the article shining yonder. He was an ugly littlewretch, in some of the groom-porters old clothes cut down, and muchtoo tight for him ; and yet, when he had taken up the ring (as itturned out to be), an
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