"SENOR PUNCH, &c." My good friend _Punch_, whose superabundant pluck expels every sad annoyance, &c., &c. JUDY, whose valorous heart disturbs her spouse, and thou, O, jocose Toby! of all other dogs, the grand dog (for the so-called Italian prince was but a type of thee).

"Mesoñero, &c." The innkeeper considering how to win the silver of so rich a stranger.

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"Posada." An inn where you should, but cannot repose. _Lucus & non lucendo._

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"Comida." Dinner, otherwise a periphrasis for beans and dripping.

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"Mi poquito, &c." My little modicum of respect for so principal a person.

"Uno d'agua, &c." One bursts with water, the other torments the town with flames.

"O, wondrous policy! From North to South, Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth.

"Por los ojos, &c." By the eyes of my mother wine and talking go together.

"Manana." To-morrow will be another sort of day.

"Yo estaba, &c." I was a younker doing a little bit of the shepherd.

"Vagabunda, &c." A vagabond black female dog. "Sus, &c." Its shining roofs, white as my sheep. "Rejas." Windows.

"Por los gallos, &e." For the cocks and hens, with their heads wrapped in cloaks, live in cellars.

"Dificil, &c." The road proved strange and difficult. No muleteer had travelled it before.

"Arroyas sin puentes, &c." Rivers without bridges.

"Comi, &c." I dined on the saddles cooked by the heat of the sun. I supped upon their cushions, sodden, &c.

"Ricos hombres, &c." Noblemen and beautiful ladies, who guided milk-white llamas with fresh green boughs.

"Quando, &c." When we were going to bed the King said, "We love thee," and then followed in the language of the nursery rhyme, "Let's take a cup," said Greedy. "We'll sup before we go."

"Su semblante, &c." His conceited look and white dress garnished with towels.

"Peor esta, &c." I am out of the frying-pan into the fire.

"Hombres, &c." Men of colossal figure put me into the street.

"Y llevaron, &c." And carried me off at once.

[Footnote 2:] The town stands between two volcanos: one of fire, the other of water.

There is this difference between the great tragedian at the Olympic and the great burlesque actor at the Princess's:--That whereas MR. ROBSON elevates burlesque into tragedy, MR. CHARLES KEAN lowers tragedy into burlesque.