ACT 2.

Sir Walter has dress'd himself up like a Ghost, And frightens a soldier away from his post; Then, discarding his helmet, he pulls his cloak higher, Draws it over his ears, and pretends he's a Friar. This gains him access to his Sweetheart, Miss Faucit; But, the King coming in, he hides up in her closet, Where, oddly enough, among some of her things He discovers some arrows he's sure are the King's, Of the very same pattern with that which he found Sticking into his father when dead on the ground! Forgetting his funk, he bursts open the door, Bounces into the Drawing-room, stamps on the floor, With an oath on his tongue, and revenge in his eye, And blows up King William the Second sky-high, Swears, storms, shakes his fist, and exhibits such airs, That his Majesty bids his men kick him down stairs.