DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

_William (a Good Boy)_ Mr. HARRY NICHOLLS. } _who have kindly_

_Thomas (a Bad Boy)_ Mr. HERBERT CAMPBELL. } _offered their services._

_Benjamin (neither one thing nor the other)_ Mr. SAMUEL SUPER.

_The Monster Man-trap_ Mr. GEORGE CONQUEST.

SCENE--_An elaborate set, representing, on extreme left, a portion of

the high road, and wall dividing it from an orchard; realistic apple-and

pear-trees laden with fruit. Time, about four o'clock on a hot

afternoon. Enter_ WILLIAM _and_ THOMAS, _hand-in-hand, along road; they

ignore the dividing wall, and advance to front of stage._

_Duet.--William and Thomas._

_Wm._ I'm a reg'lar model boy, I am; so please make no mistake.

It's THOMAS who's the bad 'un--_I_ am good!

_Thos._ Yes, I delight in naughtiness for naughtiness's sake,

And I wouldn't be like WILLIAM if I could!

_Chorus._

_Wm._ Ever since I could toddle, my conduct's been model,

There's, oh, such a difference between me and him!

_Thos._ While still in the cradle, I orders obeyed ill,

And now I've grown into a awful young limb!

_Together._ Yes, now; {he's} grown into a awful young limb.

{I've}

I've made up my mind not to imitate _him_!

[_Here they dance._

_Second Verse._

_Wm._ If someone hits him in the eye, he always hits them back!

When _I_ am struck, my Ma I merely tell!

On passing fat pigs in a lane, he'll give 'em each a whack!

_Thos._ (_impenitently_). And jolly fun it is to hear 'em yell!

[_Chorus._

_Third Verse._

_Wm._ He's always cribbing coppers--which he spends on lollipops.

_Thos._ (A share of which _you_'ve never yet refused!)

_Wm._ A stone he'll shy at frogs and toads, and anything that hops!

_Thos._ (While you look on, and seem to be amused!)

[_Chorus._

_Fourth Verse._

_Wm._ As soon as school is over, THOMAS goes a hunting squirr'ls,

Or butterflies he'll capture in his hat!

_Thos. You_ play at Kissing in the Ring with all the little girls!

_Wm._ (_demurely_). Well, THOMAS, I can see no harm in _that_!

[_Chorus._

_Fifth Verse._

_Wm._ Ah, THOMAS, if you don't reform, you'll come to some bad end!

_Thos._ Oh, WILLIAM, put your head inside a bag!

_Wm._ No. THOMAS, that I cannot--till you promise to amend!

_Thos._ Why, WILLIAM, what a chap you are to nag!

[_Chorus and dance._ THOMAS _returns to road, and regards the

apple-trees longingly over top of wall._

_Thos._ Hi, WILLIAM, look ... what apples! there--don't _you_ see? And

pears--my eye! just _ain't_ they looking juicy!

_Wm._ Nay, THOMAS, since you're bent upon a sin,

_I_ will walk on, and visit BENJAMIN!

[_Exit_ WILLIAM (L. 2. E.), _while_ THOMAS _proceeds to scale

the wall and climb the boughs of the nearest pear-tree. Melodramatic

Music. The Monster Man-trap stealthily emerges from long grass below,

and fixes a baleful eye on the unconscious_ THOMAS.

_Thos._ I'll fill my pockets, and on pears I'll feast!

[_Sees Man-trap, and staggers._

Oh, lor--whatever is that hugly beast!

Hi, help, here! call him off!...

_The Monster._ 'Tis vain to holler--

My horders are--all trespassers to swoller!

You just come down--I'm waiting 'ere to ketch you.

(_Indignantly._) You _don't_ expect I'm coming up to fetch you!

_Thos. (politely.)_ Oh, not if it would inconvenience _you_, Sir!

(_In agonised aside._) I feel my grip grow every moment looser!

[_The Monster, in a slow, uncouth manner, proceeds to scramble up

the tree._

Oh, here's a go! The horrid thing can _climb!_

Too late I do repent me of my crime!

[_Terrific sensation chase! The Monster Man-trap leaps from bough

to bough with horrible agility, and eventually secures his prey,

and leaps with it to the ground._

_Thomas_ (_in the Monster's jaws_). I'm sure you seem a kind,

good-natured creature--

You will not harm me?

_Monster._ No--I'll only eat yer!

[THOMAS _slowly vanishes down its cavernous jaws; faint yells are

heard at intervals--then nothing but a dull champing sound;

after which, dead silence. The_ Monster _smiles, with an air of

repletion._

_Re-enter_ WILLIAM, _from_ R., _with_ BENJAMIN.

_Benjamin._ I'm very glad you came--but where is THOMAS?

_Wm._ (_severely._) TOM is a wicked boy, and better from us,

For on the road he stopped to scale a wall!...

[_Sees Man-trap, and starts._

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