The Fifty Dizzards
Pfs-s-t!—— Pfs-s-t!—— Pfs-s-t! (They lay about them mightily with their clubs.)
The Five Thousand Nizys
(Bearers of orange and lemon souffle to the Court. Becoming greatly excited at sight of the platform Dizzards belaboring the Moonshees and beginning to jump up and down, at the same time ladling out cones of green and pink souffle.) Refresh yourselves, good people! Refresh yourselves! Ssh!—Sssssh!—Ssssssssh!