The Press.
London, England, 1855-02-03 00:00:00

Who are you?

ROE.
Who am I?
Russ Emus.
Who is he—don't you know ?
There is mischief a brewing. My cue is—to go.

CHORUS (furiously).
Yah ! Yoh! The small coward! You see that we knew bim.
He bolts from" the thunder-bolt !"
RoE.

Small blame unto him.
CONCERTED PIECE.
ROE. Your cup is full, your war's a mull,
"rwere best that you resigned.
CHO. Such good advice, in phrase so nice,
Is really very kind.
ROE. Well, will you go? Say, will you go ?
Cuo. With all respect, we answer, No.
ROE.
Clio. We They }will They
not go. we will not go.
CHO. At least without one parting blow.
Once more we'll try our shield of shams.
As well be hung for sheep as lambs.
RoE. 'Tis well ! Defend you as you may.
Muster your forces for the fray !
[Trumpets. Enter, marching, a., the Coalition forces bearing the banner, on which
are blazoned a Bundle ,'f Slicks and the motto," Union is Strength." They
form on the R. Trumpets again. Enter, marching, L., the Opposition army,
bearing the banner, on which are blazoned the " Star of Brunswick," and the
motto," liege, Lege, Grege." They form on the L. Trumpets again. The Pope's
Brass Band takes up the air, and enter, marching c., the Irish Brigade, bearing
the banner, on which are blazoned the Keys, and the motto," To be Let or Sold."
They halt, as uncertain which side to take.
A HERALD (reads).

" Roebuckides, heretofore a Knight of Bath, (loth impeach Sidney Her-
bert, James Graham, and others, their accomplices here present, in that they
are faitours, scroyles, and nidering, friends of Russia, and enemies of the
realm. And hereupon he offers battle, and Heaven defend the right!'
(Trumpets.)

Rots
What say ye, ha! Speak out, men. Do ye yield ?
Retire, and leave me master of the field.

[Answering Tnnospei.

SIDNEY HERBERT.
Now, all stand back. By Pembroke's old renown,
I, singly, I, will hunt this roebuck down.

CONCERTED Pm'.
RoE. (scornfully).
A very nice young party-man,
My Sidney, thou appear'st to be,
But rather framed upon the plan
That charms a party—met for tea.
S. H. (haughtily.)
Thy voice is high, thy taunt is low,
Thy paltry charge has nothing in't—
Come, strike, and thou shalt learn to know
Tho value of my stores of lint.
RoE. To the fight, to the fight, let your mettle be tried ;
S. H. (ensemble.) Cease prattle, in battle the question decide !
[Trumpets.
[They fight. ROEBUCKIDES comes up faint, but nevertheless strikes down his antago-
nist. General miler. The hostile armies rush upon each uther---combal—what
suddenly a new banner is seen, inscribed " Che Sara Sara," and ItussEmus
crosses the stage, followed by ninety-nine of the Coalitionists, and attacks his
former friends, who give way on every side. RAI.PHO, wildly gesticulating, is
about to spike himself on his own joke, but finds it has no point. GIADSTONIO
sits down in despair, writes his own epitaph, and then flings it in Russzuun's
face. The banner of Coalition goes down, and its supporters fly.

GENERAL CHORUS.
Mark the rout, raise the shout, that on any condition
We're quit of the incubus called Coalition ;
And with this consolation, the knowing it's certain,
Any change must be gain—let us now drop the curtain.
Curtain fa Ile.