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Paflagonia, ten or twenty thousand years ago, appears to have been one of those kingdoms where the laws of succession were not settled; for when King Savio died, leaving his brother Regent of the kingdom, and guardian of Savio's orphan infant, this unfaithful regent took no sort of regard of the late monarch's will; had himself proclaimed sovereign of Paflagonia under the title of King Valoroso XXIV., had a most splendid coronation, and ordered all the nobles of the kingdom to pay him homage.
'Ha! exclaimed the King, 'by my fey, 'tis Elephant and Castle, pursuivant of my brother of Paflagonia; and the Knight, an' my memory serves me, is the gallant Captain Hedzoff! What news from Paflagonia, gallant Hedzoff? Elephant and Castle, beshrew me, thy trumpeting must have made thee thirsty. What will my trusty herald like to drink?
He was rather short, rather stout, rather red-haired, but, in fine, for a Prince, not so bad. So they sat and talked, the Royal personages together, the Crim Tartar officers with those of Paflagonia Giglio very comfortable with Gruffanuff behind the throne. He looked at her with such tender eyes, that her heart was all in a flutter.
So she locked up her books in her cupboard, declined further magical performances, and scarcely used her wand at all except as a cane to walk about with. About the same time the Queen of Paflagonia presented his Majesty with a son and heir; and guns were fired, the capital illuminated, and no end of feasts ordained to celebrate the young Prince's birth.
"A soldier, Prince, must needs obey his orders: mine are to help his Majesty Padella. "First catch your hare! ha, Hedzoff!" exclaimed His Royal Highness. " On the body of GIGLIO, whilome Prince of Paflagonia" Hedzoff went on, with indescribable emotion. "My Prince, give up your sword without ado. Look! we are thirty thousand men to one!" "Give up my sword!
The author wishes you a merry Christmas, and welcomes you to the Fire-side Pantomime. December 1854. This is Valoroso XXIV., King of Paflagonia, seated with his Queen and only child at their royal breakfast-table, and receiving the letter which announces to his Majesty a proposed visit from Prince Bulbo, heir of Padella, reigning King of Crim Tartary.
I should espouse his daughter, young Angelica; we two indeed should reign in Paflagonia. His words were false false as Angelica's heart! false as Angelica's hair, color, front teeth! She looked with her skew eyes upon young Bulbo, Crim Tartary's stupid heir, and she preferred him. Twas then I turned my eyes upon Betsinda Rosalba, as she now is.
He would marry her he would have nothing but her! To marry the heir to the throne! Here was a chance! The artful hussy actually got a sheet of paper, and wrote upon it, 'This is to give notice that I, Giglio, only son of Savio, King of Paflagonia, hereby promise to marry the charming and virtuous Barbara Griselda, Countess Gruffanuff, and widow of the late Jenkins Gruffanuff, Esq.
Turn thy eyes on a middle-aged autocrat, who has been considered not ill-looking in his time. 'Oh, sir! what will Her Majesty say? cries Betsinda. 'Her Majesty! laughs the monarch. 'Her Majesty be hanged. Am I not Autocrat of Paflagonia? Have I not blocks, ropes, axes, hangmen ha? Runs not a river by my palace wall? Have I not sacks to sew up wives withal?
'He! he! he! shrieks out Gruff; 'a promise is a promise if there are laws in Paflagonia! And as for that monster, that wretch, that fiend, that ugly little vixen as for that upstart, that ingrate, that beast, Betsinda, Master Giglio will have no little difficulty in discovering her whereabouts. He may look very long before finding HER, I warrant. He little knows that Miss Betsinda is Is what?
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