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Puss-in-Boots.
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And now for his clothes! The King's coach is coming, and I've laid a scheme― Though of that, I am sure, the King doesn't dream. The coach is in sight! Now, may I be blessed If I don't wish my master was wholly undressed!

[Loud cries without.]

There! now hear him screaming―the water is cold; I'll go bury his clothes, for they need it! they're old.

[Exit Puss, who soon returns. As he re-enters, the KING'S coach appears.]

PUSS: Meow! my good master! Alas for him ! Help! fire! murder! My master can't swim.

[Runs to coach.]

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Servant with boat-hook. "Ho, slaves! to the rescue!"

Help! help! gracious King, or Lord Carabas drowns! KING: Ho, slaves! To the rescue! A hundred gold crowns

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