_Room in hotel at San Francisco._
GIMFRISKY. Revenge? Aye, 'tis sweet. But see! they come!
LUCY. How now? But yesterday you said--
CLEONI. Hush, dearest, the time will come when--
(_A rumbling noise is heard, and soon the whole building is shaken into
remarkably small ruins._)
[_Half an hour is supposed to elapse, for refreshments, and when the
curtain rises_, GIMFRISKY, _who has emerged through a diminutive hole,
is discovered in the costume of_ AJAX _defying the lightning, or
something of that sort, singing_--
"I dreamt I dwelt in marble, O,"
"From quarries near to Tuckahoe."]
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