The Complete Plays of Gilbert and Sullivan
by
William Schwenk Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan
Part 8 out of 16
A fervent few
Have come to woo
The rays that from thee fall,
That from thee fall.
Oh, goddess wise
That lovest light,
That lovest light,
Let fervent words and fervent thoughts be mine,
That I may lead them to thy sacred shrine!
Let fervent words and fervent thoughts be mine,
That I may lead them to thy sacred shrine,
I may lead them to thy sacred shrine, thy sacred
shrine!
Princess: Women of Adamant, fair Neophytes--
Who thirst for such instruction as we give,
Attend, while I unfold a parable.
The elephant is mightier than Man,
Yet Man subdues him. Why? The elephant
Is elephantine everywhere but here (tapping her
forehead),
And Man, whose brain is to the elephant's
As Woman's brain to Man's - (that's rule of three),--
Conquers the foolish giant of the woods,
As Woman, in her turn, shall conquer Man.
In Mathematics, Woman leads the way;
The narrow-minded pedant still believes
That two and two make four! Why, we can prove,
We women -- household drudges as we are--
That two and two make five -- or three -- or seven;
Or five and twenty, if the case demands!
Diplomacy? The wiliest diplomat
Is absolutely helpless in our hands.
He wheedles monarchs -- Woman wheedles him!
Logic? Why, tyrant Man himself admits
It's a waste of time to argue with a woman!
Then we excel in social qualities:
Though man professes that he holds our sex
In utter scorn, I venture to believe
He'd rather pass the day with one of you,
Than with five hundred of his fellow-men!
In all things we excel. Believing this,
A hundred maidens here have sworn to place
Their feet upon his neck. If we succeed,
We'll treat him better than he treated us:
But if we fail, why, then let hope fail too!
Let no one care a penny how she looks--
Let red be worn with yellow -- blue with green--
Crimson with scarlet -- violet with blue!
Let all your things misfit, and you yourselves
At inconvenient moments come undone!
Let hair-pins lose their virtue: let the hook
Disdain the fascination of the eye--
The bashful button modestly evade
The soft embraces of the button-hole!
Let old associations all dissolve,
Let Swan secede from Edgar -- Gask from Gask,
Sewell from Cross -- Lewis from Allenby!
In other words, let Chaos come again!
(Coming down) Who lectures in the Hall of Arts to-day?
Blanche: I, madam, on Abstract Philosophy.
There I propose considering, at length,
Three points -- The Is, the Might Be, and the Must.
Whether the Is, from being actual fact,
Is more important than the vague Might Be,
Or the Might Be, from taking wider scope,
Is for that reason greater than the Is:
And lastly, how the Is and Might Be stand
Compared with the inevitable Must!
Princess: The subject's deep -- how do you treat it, pray?
Blan.: Madam, I take three possibilities,
And strike a balance then between the three:
As thus: The Princess Ida Is our head,
the Lady Psyche Might Be, -- Lady Blanche,
Neglected Blanche, inevitably Must.
Given these three hypotheses -- to find
The actual betting against each of them!
Princess: Your theme's ambitious: pray you bear in mind
Who highest soar fall farthest. Fare you well,
You and your pupils! Maidens, follow me.
[Exeunt Princess
and maidens.
Manet
Lady Blanche.
EXEUNT FOR PRINCESS IDA & GIRLS
"And thus to Empyrean Height"
Chorus: And thus to empyrean height
Of ev'ry kind of lore,
In search of wisdom's pure delight,
Ambitiously we soar.
In trying to achieve success
No envy racks our heart,
For all we know and all we guess
We mutually impart!
And all the knowledge we possess,
We mutually impart,
We mutually impart, impart.
Blan.: I should command here -- I was born to rule,
But do I rule? I don't. Why? I don't know.
I shall some day. Not yet, I bide my time.
I once was Some One -- and the Was Will Be.
The Present as we speak becomes the Past,
The Past repeats itself, and so is Future!
This sounds involved. It's not. It's right enough.
(Since 1935 the following song has been usually omitted)
SONG (Lady Blanche)
"Come, mighty Must!"
Blanche: Come mighty Must!
Inevitable Shall!
In thee I trust.
Time weaves my coronal!
Go, mocking Is!
Go, disappointing Was!
That I am this
Ye are the cursed cause!
Ye are the cursed cause!
Yet humble second shall be first,
I wean
And dead and buried be the curst
Has Been!
Oh, weak Might Be!
Oh, May, Might, Could, Would, Should!
How pow'rless ye
For evil or for good!
In ev'ry sense
Your moods I cheerless call.
Whate'er your tense
Ye are imperfect all.
Ye have deceiv'd the trust I've shown
In ye!
Ye have deceiv'd the trust I've shown
In ye!
I've shown in ye!
Away! The Mighty Must alone
Shall be!
[Exit
Lady Blanche
[Enter Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian, climbing over wall, and creep-
ing cautiously among the trees and rocks at the back
of
the stage.]
TRIO (Cyril, Hilarion and Florian)
"Gently, gently"
All: Gently, gently,
Evidently
We are safe so far,
After scaling
Fence and paling,
Here, at last, we are!
Florian: In this college,
Useful knowledge
Ev'rywhere one finds,
And already,
Growing steady,
We've enlarged our minds
Cyril: We learnt that prickly cactus
Has power to attract us
When we fall.
All: When we fall!
Hilarion: That nothing man unsettles
Like a bed of stinging nettles,
Short or tall.
All: Short or tall!
Florian: That bull-dogs feed on throttles--
That we don't like broken bottles
On a wall.
All: On a wall!
Hilarion: That spring-guns breathe defiance!
And that burglary's a science
After all!
All: After all!
Florian: A Woman's college! maddest folly going!
What can girls learn within its walls worth
knowing?
I'll lay a crown (the Princess shall decide it)
I'll teach them twice as much in half-an-hour
outside it.
Hilarion: Hush, scoffer; ere you sound your puny thunder,
List to their aims, and bow your head in wonder!
They intend to send a wire
To the moon
Cyril &
Florian: To the moon;
Hilarion: And they'll set the Thames on fire
Very soon
Cyril &
Florian: Very soon;
Hilarion: Then they'll learn to make silk purses
With their rigs
Cyril &
Florian: With their rigs.
Hilarion: From the ears of Lady Circe's
Piggy-wigs
Cyril &
Florian: Piggy-wigs.
Hilarion: And weasels at their slumbers
They trepan
Cyril &
Florian: They trepan;
Hilarion: To get sunbeams from cucumbers
They've a plan
Cyril
& Florian: They've a plan.
Hilarion: They've a firmly rooted notion
They can cross the Polar Ocean,
And they'll find Perpetual Motion,
If they can
All: If they can.
These are the phenomena
That ev'ry pretty domina
Is hoping at her Universitee we shall see.
These are the phenomena
That ev'ry pretty domina
Is hoping at her Universitee we shall see!
Cyril: As for fashion, they forswear it,
So they say
Hilarion &
Florian: So they say;
Cyril: And the circle -- they will square it
Some fine day
Hilarion &
Florian: Some fine day;
Cyril: Then the little pigs they're teaching
For to fly
Hilarion &
Florian: For to fly;
Cyril: And the niggers they'll be bleaching,
By and by
Hilarion &
Florian: By and by!
Cyril: Each newly joined aspirant
To the clan
Hilarion &
Florian: To the clan
Cyril: Must repudiate the tyrant
Known as Man
Hilarion &
Florian: Known as Man.
Cyril: They'll mock at him and flout him,
For they do not care about him
And they're "going to do without him"
If they can
All: If they can!
These are the phenomena
That ev'ry pretty domina
Is hoping at her Universitee we shall see.
These are the phenomena
That ev'ry pretty domina
Is hoping at her Universitee we shall see!
Hilarion: So that's the Princess Ida's castle! Well,
They must be lovely girls, indeed, if it requires
Such walls as those to keep intruders off!
Cyril: To keep men off is only half their charge,
And that the easier half. I much suspect
The object of these walls is not so much
To keep men off as keep the maidens in!
Florian: But what are these? (Examining some Collegiate robes)
Hilarion: (looking at them) Why, Academic robes,
Worn by the lady undergraduates
When they matriculate. Let's try them on. (They do
so.)
Why, see -- we're covered to the very toes.
Three lovely lady undergraduates
Who, weary of the world and all its wooing -- (pose)
Florian: And penitent for deeds there's no undoing -- (pose)
Cyril: Looked at askance by well-conducted maids -- (pose)
All: Seek sanctuary in these classic shades!
TRIO (Cyril, Hilarion and Florian)
"I am a maiden"
Hilarion: I am a maiden, cold and stately,
Heartless I, with face divine.
What do I want with a heart, innately?
Every heart I meet is mine!
Every heart I meet is mine, is mine!
All: Haughty, humble, coy, or free,
Little care I what maid may be.
So that a maid is fair to see,
Ev'ry maid is the maid for me!
(Dance)
Cyril: I am a maiden, frank and simple,
Brimming with joyous roguery;
Merriment lurks in ev'ry dimple
Nobody breaks more hearts than I!
Nobody breaks more hearts, more hearts than
I
All: Haughty, humble, coy, or free,
Little care I what maid may be.
So that a maid is fair to see,
Ev'ry maid is the maid for me!
(Dance)
Florian: I am a maiden coyly blushing,
Timid am I as a startled hind;
Every suitor sets me flushing,
Every suitor sets me flushing:
I am the maid that wins mankind!
All: Haughty, humble, coy, or free,
Little care I what maid may be.
So that a maid is fair to see,
Ev'ry maid is the maid for me!
Haughty, humble, coy, or free,
Little care I what maid may be.
So that a maid is fair to see,
Ev'ry maid is the maid for me!
[Enter the Princess, reading. She does not
see them.)
Florian: But who comes here? The Princess, as I live!
What shall we do?
Hilarion: (Aside) Why, we must brave it out!
(Aloud) Madam, accept our humblest reverence.
(They bow, then suddenly recollecting
themselves, curtsey.)
Princess: (Surprised) We greet you, ladies. What would you
with us?
Hilarion: (Aside to Cyril)
What shall I say? (Aloud) We are three students,
ma'am,
Three well-born maids of liberal estate,
Who wish to join this University.
(Hilarion and Florian curtsey again. Cyril bows
extravagantly,
then, being recalled to himself by Florian,
curtseys.)
Princess: If, as you say, you wish to join our ranks,
And will subscribe to all our rules, 'tis well.
Florian: To all your rules we cheerfully subscribe.
Princess: You say you're noblewomen. Well, you'll find
No sham degrees for noblewomen here.
You'll find no sizars here, or servitors,
Or other cruel distinctions, meant to draw
A line 'twixt rich and poor; you'll find no tufts
To mark nobility, except such tufts
As indicate nobility of brain.
As for your fellow-students, mark me well:
There are a hundred maids within these walls,
All good, all learned, and all beautiful:
They are prepared to love you: will you swear
To give the fullness of your love to them?
Hilarion: Upon our words and honours, Ma'am, we will!
Princess: But we go further: Will you undertake
That you will never marry any man?
Florian: Indeed we never will!
Princess: Consider well,
You must prefer our maids to all mankind!
Hilarion: To all mankind we much prefer your maids!
Cyril: We should be dolts indeed, if we did not, seeing how
fair --
Hilarion: (Aside to Cyril) Take care -- that's rather strong!
Princess: But have you left no lovers at your home
Who may pursue you here?
Hilarion: No, madam, none.
We're homely ladies, as no doubt you see,
And we have never fished for lover's love.
We smile at girls who deck themselves with gems,
False hair and meretricious ornament,
To chain the fleeting fancy of a man,
But do not imitate them. What we have
Of hair, is all our own. Our colour, too,
Unladylike, but not unwomanly,
Is Nature's handiwork, and man has learnt
To reckon Nature an impertinence.
Princess: Well, beauty counts for naught within these walls;
If all you say is true, you'll pass with us
A happy, happy time!
Cyril: If, as you say,
A hundred lovely maidens wait within,
To welcome us with smiles and open arms,
I think there's very little doubt we shall!
QUARTET (Princess, Cyril, Hilarion and Florian)
"The World is But a Broken Toy"
Princess: The world is but a broken toy,
Its pleasure hollow -- false its joy,
Unreal its loveliest hue,
Alas!
Its pains alone are true,
Alas!
Its pains alone are true.
Hilarion: The world is ev'rything you say,
The world we think has had its day.
Its merriment is slow.
Alas!
We've tried it, and we know,
Alas!
We've tried it and we know.
All: Unreal its loveliest hue,
Its pains alone are true,
Princess: Alas!
All: The world is but a broken toy,
Its pleasure hollow -- false its joy,
Unreal its loveliest hue,
Alas!
Its pains alone are true,
Alas!
Its pains alone are true!
Florian: Unreal its loveliest hue,
3 Men: Unreal its loveliest hue,
Princess: Cyr. & Flor: A- Hilarion: Un-
Un- las! real its
loveliest hue
real--- Alas! Alas!
-----
---- its loveliest hue
All: Alas!
Alas!
Its pains alone are true.
(Exit Princess. The three Gentlemen
watch her off.
Lady Psyche enters, and regards them with
amazement)
Hilarion: I'faith, the plunge is taken, gentlemen!
For, willy-nilly, we are maidens now,
And maids against our will we must remain.
[All laugh
heartily.]
Psyche: (Aside) These ladies are unseemly in their mirth.
(The gentlemen see her, and, in confusion,
resume their
modest
demeanour.)
Florian: (Aside) Here's a catastrophe, Hilarion!
This is my sister! She'll remember me,
Though years have passed since she and I have met!
Hilarion: (Aside to Florian) Then make a virtue of necessity,
And trust our secret to her gentle care.
Florian: (To Psyche, who has watched Cyril in amazement)
Psyche! Why, don't you know me? Florian!
Psyche: (Amazed) Why, Florian!
Florian: My sister! (Embraces her)
Psyche: Oh, my dear! What are you doing here -- and who are
these?
Hilarion: I am that Prince Hilarion to whom
Your Princess is betrothed. I come to claim
Her plighted love. Your brother Florian
And Cyril came to see me safely through.
Psyche: The Prince Hilarion? Cyril too? How strange!
My earliest playfellows!
Hilarion: Why, let me look!
Are you that learned little Psyche who
At school alarmed her mates because she called
A buttercup "ranunculus bulbosus"?
Cyril: Are you indeed that Lady Psyche, who
At children's parties, drove the conjuror wild,
Explaining all his tricks before he did them?
Hilarion: Are you that learned little Psyche, who
At dinner parties, brought in to dessert,
Would tackle visitors with "You don't know
Who first determined longitude -- I do --
Hipparchus 'twas -- B. C. one sixty-three!"
Are you indeed that small phenomenon?
Psyche: That small phenomenon indeed am I!
But gentlemen, 'tis death to enter here:
We have all promised to renounce mankind!
Florian: Renounce mankind!? On what ground do you base
This senseless resolution?
Psyche: Senseless? No.
We are all taught, and, being taught, believe
That Man, sprung from an Ape, is Ape at heart.
Cyril: That's rather strong.
Psyche: The truth is always strong!
SONG (Lady Psyche, with Cyril, Hilarion and Florian)
"A Lady Fair, of Lineage High"
Psyche: A Lady fair, of lineage high,
Was loved by an Ape, in the days gone by.
The Maid was radiant as the sun,
The Ape was a most unsightly one,
The Ape was a most unsightly one--
So it would not do--
His scheme fell through,
For the Maid, when his love took formal shape,
Express'd such terror
At his monstrous error,
That he stammer'd an apology and made his 'scape,
The picture of a disconcerted Ape.
With a view to rise in the social scale,
He shaved his bristles and he docked his tail,
He grew mustachios, and he took his tub,
And he paid a guinea to a toilet club,
He paid a guinea to a toilet club--
But it would not do,
The scheme fell through--
For the Maid was Beauty's fairest Queen,
With golden tresses,
Like a real princess's,
While the Ape, despite his razor keen,
Was the apiest Ape that ever was seen!
He bought white ties, and he bought dress suits,
He crammed his feet into bright tight boots--
And to start in life on a brand-new plan,
He christen'd himself Darwinian Man!
But it would not do,
The scheme fell through--
For the Maiden fair, whom the monkey crav'd,
Was a radiant Being,
With brain far-seeing--
While Darwinian Man, though well-behav'd,
At best is only a monkey shav'd!
3 Men: For the Maiden fair, whom the monkey crav'd,
All: Was a radiant being,
With a brain far-seeing--
While Darwinian Man, though well-behav'd,
At best is only a monkey shav'd!
(During this, Melissa has entered
unobserved;
she looks on in
amazement.)
Melissa: (Coming down) Oh, Lady Psyche!
Psyche: (Terrified) What! You heard us then?
Oh, all is lost!
Melissa: Not so! I'll breathe no word!
(Advancing in astonishment to Florian)
How marvelously strange! and are you then
Indeed young men?
Florian: Well, yes, just now we are--
But hope by dint of study to become,
In course of time, young women.
Melissa: (Eagerly) No, no, no --
Oh, don't do that! Is this indeed a man?
I've often heard of them, but, till to-day,
Never set eyes on one. They told me men
Were hideous, idiotic, and deformed!
They are quite as beautiful as women are!
As beautiful, they're infinitely more so!
Their cheeks have not that pulpy softness which
One gets so weary of in womankind:
Their features are more marked -- and -- oh, their
chins!
(Feeling Florian's chin)
How curious!
Florian: I fear it's rather rough.
Melissa: (Eagerly) Oh, don't apologize -- I like it so!
QUINTET (Psyche, Melissa, Cyril, Hilarion and Florian)
"The Woman of the Wisest Wit"
Psyche: The woman of the wisest win
May sometimes be mistaken, O!
In Ida's views, I must admit,
My faith is somewhat shaken O!
Cyril: On every other point than this
Her learning is untainted, O!
But Man's a theme with which she is
Entirely unacquainted, O!
--acquainted, O!
--acquainted, O!
Entirely unacquainted, O!
All: Then jump for joy and gaily bound,
The truth is found -- the truth is found!
Set bells a-ringing through the air--
Ring here and there and ev'rywhere--
3 Men: And echo forth the joyous sound,
All: The truth is found -- the truth is found!
3 Men: And echo forth the joyous sound,
All: The truth is found -- the truth is found!
And echo forth the joyous sound,
The truth is found -- the truth is found!
(Dance)
Melissa: My natural instinct teaches me
(And instinct is important, O!)
You're ev'rything you ought to be,
And nothing that you oughtn't, O!
Hilarion: That fact was seen at once by you
In casual conversation, O!
Which is most creditable to
Your powers of observation, O!
-servation, O!
-servation, O!
Your powers of observation, O!
All: Then jump for joy and gaily bound,
The truth is found, the truth is found!
Set bells a-ringing through the air,
Ring here and there and ev'rywhere.
3 Men: And echo forth the joyous sound,
All: The truth is found -- the truth is found!
3 Men: And echo forth the joyous sound,
All: The truth is found -- the truth is found!
And echo forth the joyous sound,
The truth is found -- the truth is found!
(Exeunt Psyche, Hilarion, Cyril
and Florian,
Melissa going.)
(Enter
Lady Blanche.
Blanche: Melissa!
Melissa: (Returning) Mother!
Blanche: Here -- a word with you.
Those are the three new students?
Melissa: (Confused) Yes, they are.
They're charming girls.
Blanche: Particularly so.
So graceful, and so very womanly!
So skilled in all a girl's accomplishments!
Melissa: (Confused) Yes -- very skilled.
Blanche: They sing so nicely too!
Melissa: They do sing nicely!
Blanche: Humph! It's very odd.
Two are tenors, one is a baritone!
Melissa: (Much agitated) They've all got colds!
Blanche: Colds! Bah! D'ye think I'm blind?
These "girls" are men disguised!
Melissa: Oh no -- indeed!
You wrong these gentlemen -- I mean -- why, see,
Here is an etui dropped by one of them (picking up an
etui).
Containing scissors, needles, and --
Blanche: (Opening it) Cigars!
Why, these are men! And you knew this, you minx!
Melissa: Oh, spare them -- they are gentlemen indeed.
The Prince Hilarion (married years ago
To Princess Ida) with two trusted friends!
Consider, mother, he's her husband now,
And has been, twenty years! Consider, too,
You're only second here -- you should be first.
Assist the Prince's plan, and when he gains
The Princess Ida, why, you will be first.
You will design the fashions -- think of that--
And always serve out all the punishments!
The scheme is harmless, mother -- wink at it!
Blanche: (Aside) The prospect's tempting! Well, well, well,
I'll try --
Though I've not winked at anything for years!
'Tis but one step towards my destiny--
The mighty Must! the inevitable Shall!
DUET (Melissa and Lady Blanche)
"Now Wouldn't you like to Rule the Roast"
Melissa: Now wouldn't you like to rule the roast
And guide this University?
Blanche: I must agree,
'Twould pleasant be,
(Sing hey, a Proper Pride!)
Melissa: And wouldn't you like to clear the coast,
Of malice and perversity?
Blanche: Without a doubt,
I'll bundle 'em out,
(Sing hey, when I preside!)
Both: Sing hey!
Sing hoity toity! Sorry for some!
Sing marry, come up, and (my) her day will come!
Sing Proper Pride
Is the horse to ride,
And Happy-go-lucky, my Lady, O!
Blanche: For years I've writhed beneath her sneers,
Although a born Plantagenet!
Melissa: You're much too meek,
Or you would speak
(Sing hey, I'll say no more!)
Blanche: Her elder I, by several years,
Although you'd ne'er imagine it.
Melissa: Sing, so I've heard
But never a word
Have I e'er believ'd before!
Both: Sing hey!
Sing hoity toity! Sorry for some!
Sing marry, come up, and her (my) day will come!
Sing, she shall learn
That a worm will turn.
Sing Happy-go-lucky, my Lady, O!
(Exit
Lady Blanche)
Melissa: Saved for a time, at least!
(Enter Florian,
on tiptoe)
Florian: (Whispering) Melissa -- come!
Melissa: Oh, sir! you must away from this at once--
My mother guessed your sex! It was my fault--
I blushed and stammered so that she exclaimed,
"Can these be men?" Then, seeing this, "Why these--"
"Are men", she would have added, but "are men"
Stuck in her throat! She keeps your secret, sir,
For reasons of her own -- but fly from this
And take me with you -- that is -- no -- not that!
Florian: I'll go, but not without you! (Bell) Why, what's
that?
Melissa: The luncheon bell.
Florian: I'll wait for luncheon then!
(Enter Hilarion with Princess,
Cyril with
Psyche, Lady Blanche and
ladies. Also
"Daughters of the Plough" bearing
luncheon.)
CHORUS OF GIRLS & SOLOS (Blanche and Cyril)
"Merrily Ring the Luncheon Bell"
Chorus: Merrily ring the luncheon bell!
Merrily ring the luncheon bell!
Here in meadow of asphodel,
Feast we body and mind as well,
Merrily ring the luncheon
1st Sops: 2nd Sops:
bell! - - - --- bell! Oh merrily
Ring - - - --- ring the luncheon
oh, --- bell, Oh
ring, - - - --- merrily, merrily,
merrily,
Oh, --- merrily
Chorus: Merrily ring the luncheon bell, the luncheon
bell!
Blanche: Hunger, I beg to state,
Is highly indelicate.
This is a fact profoundly true,
So learn your appetites to subdue.
All: Yes, yes,
We'll learn our appetites to subdue!
Cyril: Madam, your words so wise,
Nobody should despise,
Curs'd with appetite keen I am
And I'll subdue it--
And I'll subdue it--
I'll subdue it with cold roast lamb!
All: Yes -- yes--
We'll subdue it with cold roast lamb!
Merrily ring the luncheon bell!
Merrily ring the luncheon bell!
Oh
1st Sops: ring! - - - --- 2nd Sophs: merrily,
merrily,
Oh, merrily,
merrily
Chorus: Merrily ring the luncheon bell, the luncheon
bell!
Princess: You say you know the court of Hildebrand?
There is a Prince there -- I forget his name --
Hilarion: Hilarion?
Princess: Exactly -- is he well?
Hilarion: If it be well to droop and pine and mope,
To sigh "Oh, Ida! Ida!" all day long,
"Ida! my love! my life! Oh, come to me!"
If it be well, I say, to do all this,
Then Prince Hilarion is very well.
Princess: He breathes our name? Well, it's a common one!
And is the booby comely?
Hilarion: Pretty well.
I've heard it said that if I dressed myself
In Prince Hilarion's clothes (supposing this
Consisted with my maiden modesty),
I might be taken for Hilarion's self.
But what is this to you or me, who think
Of all mankind with undisguised contempt?
Princess: Contempt? Why, damsel, when I think of man,
Contempt is not the word.
Cyril: (Getting tipsy) I'm sure of that,
Or if it is, it surely should not be!
Hilarion: (Aside to Cyril) Be quiet, idiot, or they'll find us
out.
Cyril: The Prince Hilarion's a goodly lad!
Princess: You know him then?
Cyril: (Tipsily) I rather think I do!
We are inseparables!
Princess: Why, what's this?
You love him then?
Cyril: We do indeed -- all
three!
Hilarion: Madam, she jests! (Aside to Cyril) Remember where
you
are!
Cyril: Jests? Not at all! Why, bless my heart alive,
You and Hilarion, when at the Court,
Rode the same horse!
Princess: (Horrified) Astride?
Cyril: Of course! Why not?
Wore the same clothes -- and once or twice, I think,
Got tipsy in the same good company!
Princess: Well, these are nice young ladies, on my word!
Cyril: (Tipsy) Don't you remember that old kissing-song
He'd sing to blushing Mistress Lalage,
The hostess of the Pigeons? Thus it ran:
SONG (Cyril)
"Would you know the Kind of Maid"
(During symphony Hilarion and
Florian try to
stop Cyril. He shakes them
off angrily.)
Cyril: Would you know the kind of maid
Sets my heart aflame-a?
Eyes must be downcast and staid,
Cheeks must flush for shame-a!
She may neither dance nor sing,
But, demure in everything,
Hang her head in modest way,
With pouting lips, with pouting lips
that
seem to say,
"Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart aflame-a!
"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart aflame-a!
When a maid is bold and gay,
With a tongue goes clang-a,
Flaunting it in brave array,
Maiden may go hang-a
Sunflow'r gay and holly-hock
Never shall my garden stock;
Mine the blushing rose of May,
With pouting lips, with pouting lips
that
seem to say,
"Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die for shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart aflame-a!
"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart aflame-a!
Princess: Infamous creature, get you hence away!
(Hilarion, Who has been with difficulty
restrained by
Florian during this song, breaks from him
and strikes
Cyril furiously on
the breast.)
Hilarion: Dog! There is something more to sing about!
Cyril: (Sobered) Hilarion, are you mad?
Princess: (Horrified) Hilarion? Help!
Why, these are men! Lost! lost! betrayed, undone!
(Running on
to bridge)
Girls, get you hence! Man-monsters, if you dare
Approach one step, I --- Ah!
(Loses her balance and falls into
the stream)
Psyche: Oh! Save her, sir!
Blanche: It's useless, sir -- you'll only catch your death!
(Hilarion
springs in.)
Sach.: He catches her!
Melissa: And now he lets her go!
Again she's in his grasp--
Psyche: And now she's not,
He seizes her back hair!
Blanche: (Not looking) And it comes off!
Psyche: No, no! She's saved!--she's saved! she's
saved!--she's
saved!
FINALE, ACT II
(Princess, Hildebrand, Melissa, Lady Psyche, Blanche,
Cyril, Hilarion, Florian, Arac, Guron, Scynthius and
Chorus of Girls and Men )
"Oh Joy! our Chief is Sav'd"
Girls: Oh joy! our chief is sav'd
And by Hillarion's hand;
The torrent fierce he brav'd,
And brought her safe to land!
For his intrusion we must own
This doughty deed may well atone!
Princess: Stand forth ye three,
Who-e'er ye be,
And hearken to our stern decree!
Cyril, &
Florian: Have mercy, O Lady Hilarion:
Have
disregard your Mer--
oaths! cy!
Princess: I know no mercy, men in women's clothes!
The man whose sacrilegious eyes
Invade our strict seclusion, dies.
Arrest the coarse intruding spies!
(They are arrested by the "Daughters of
the Plough")
Girls: Have mercy, O lady -- disregard your oaths.
Princess: I know not mercy, men in women's clothes!
(Cyril & Florian
are bound)
SONG -- Hilarion
Hilarion: Whom thou has chain'd must wear his chain,
Thou canst not set him free,
He wrestles with his bonds in vain
Who lives by loving thee!
If heart of stone for heart of fire,
Be all thou hast to give,
If dead to my heart's desire,
Why should I wish to live?
Cyr & Flo: Have Girls: Have
mercy, O Mer-
lady! cy!
Hilarion: No word of thine -- no stern command
Can teach my heart to rove,
Then rather perish by thy hand,
Than live without they love!
A loveless life apart from thee
Were hopeless slavery,
Were hopeless slavery,
If kindly death will set me free,
Why should I fear to die?
Girls: Have mercy!
Hilarion: If kindly death
Girls: Have mercy!
Hilarion: will set me free,
If kindly death will set me free,
Why should I fear,
Why should I fear to die?
(He is bound by two of the attendants, the three gentlemen are
marched off.)
(Enter Melissa)
Melissa: Madam, without the castle walls
An armed band
Demand admittance to our halls
For Hildebrand!
All: Oh, horror!
Princess: Defy them!
We will defy them!
All: Too late -- too late!
The castle gate
Is battered by them!
(The gate yields. Soldiers rush in. Arac, Guron, and Scynthius are
with them, but with their hands handcuffed.
Men: Walls and fences scaling,
Promptly we appear;
Walls are unavailing,
We have enter'd here.
Female exaceration.
Stifle if you're wise.
Stop your lamentations,
Dry your pretty, pretty
Girls: Rend the air with wailing. Men: eyes!
Shed the shameful tear!
Man has enter'd here.
Walls are unavailing.
Girls: Rend the Men: Walls and
air fences
with scaling,
wail------ Promptly we appear;
---------- Walls are unavailing.
ing. We have enter'd here.
Shed Female exe-
the cration.
shame- Stifle if
ful tear! you're wise.
Man Stop your lament-
has ation,
en- Dry your pret-
ter'd ty
here! eyes. O
Walls are stop your
un- lament-
a- ation,
vail- Dry your pretty pretty
ing. eyes! Female exe-
Man cration. Stifle
has if you're
en- wise. Stop your lament-
ter'd ation, Dry your pretty
here! eyes.
(Enter Hildebrand)
RECITATIVE
Princess: Audacious tyrant, do you dare
To beard a maiden in her lair?
Hildebd: Since you inquire,
We've no desire
To beard a maiden here, or anywhere!
Soldiers: No, no. We've no desire
To beard a maiden here or anywhere!
SOLO -- Hildebrand
Hildebd: Some years ago,
No doubt you know
(And if you don't I'll tell you so)
You gave your troth
Upon your oath
To Hilarion my son.
A vow you make
You must not break,
(If you think you may, it's a great mistake),
For a bride's a bride
Though the knot were tied
At the early age of one!
And I'm a peppery kind of King,
Whose indisposed for parleying
To fit the wit of a bit of chit,
And that's the long and the short of
it!
Soldiers: For he's a peppery kind of King,
Whose indisposed for parleying
To fit the wit of a bit of chit,
And that's the long and the short of it!
Hildebd: If you decide
To pocket your pride
And let Hilarion claim his bride,
Why, well and good,
It's understood
We'll let bygones go by--
But if you choose
To sulk in the blues
I'll make the whole of you shake in your shoes.
I'll storm your walls,
And level your halls,
In the winking of an eye!
For I'm a peppery Potentate,
Who's little inclined his claim to
bate,
To fit the wit of a bit of a chit,
And thats the long and the short of
it!
Soldiers: For he's a peppery Potentate,
Whose indisposed for parleying,
To fit the wit of a bit of chit,
And that's the long and the short of it!
TRIO -- Arac, Guron & Scynthius
All 3: We may remark, though nothing can
Dismay us,
That if you thwart this gentleman,
He'll slay us.
We don't fear death, of course -- we're taught
To shame it;
But still upon the whole we thought
We'd name it.
(To each other)
Scynthius: Yes!
Guron: Yes!
Arac: Yes!
All 3: Better p'r'aps to name it.
Our interests we would not press
With chatter,
Three hulking brothers more or less
Don't matter;
If you'd pooh-pooh this monarch's plan
Pooh-pooh it,
But when he says he'll hang a man,
He'll do it.
(To each other)
Scynthius: Yes!
Guron: Yes!
Arac: Yes!
All 3: Devil doubt he'll do it.
Princess: Be reassured, nor fear his anger blind,
His menaces are idle as the wind.
He dares not kill you -- vengeance lurks behind!
3 Knights: We rather think he dares, but never mind!
Hildebd: I 3 Knights:
rather No!
think I No!
dare, but No!
never, never mind! never never mind!
Enough of
No,
parley no,
never nev-
as a er
spe- mind!
cial
No!
boon. no! never, never mind!
We give you till tomorrow
afternoon;
Hildebd: Release Hilarion, then,
And be his bride
Or you'll incur the guilt of fratricide!
Princess: To yield at once to such a foe
With shame we're rife;
So quick! away with him, although
He sav'd my life!
That he is fair, and strong, and tall
Is very evident to all,
Yet I will die,
Yet I will die, before I call myself his
Princess: All Others:
wife! - --- Oh, yield at once, 'twere better
so,
- - - --- Than risk a strife!
And let the Prince Hilarion go.
He Saved thy life!
That Hi-
he is la-rion's
fair and fair,
strong and and
tall, strong and tall,
tall,
Is - - - - -
- - - - - - A
very worse mis-
evi- for-
dent to tune
all, might befall.
Yet
I will It's
die, will die before I call not so dreadful after all,
Myself his wife! To be his wife!
Though I am but a girl
Defiance thus I hurl
Our banners all
On outer wall
We fearlessly unfurl
(The Princess stands, surrounded by girls kneeling. Hildebrand and
soldiers stand on built rocks at back and sides of stage.
Picture.)
END OF ACT II ACT III
SCENE -- Outer Walls and Courtyard of Castle Adamant. Melissa,
SachaRissa, and ladies discovered, armed with
battleaxes.
CHORUS
"Death to the Invader!"
Chorus: Death to the invader!
Strike a deadly blow,
As an old Crusader
Struck his Paynim foe!
Let our martial thunder
Fill his soul with wonder,
Tear his ranks asunder,
Lay the tyrant low!
Death to the invader!
Strike a deadly blow,
As an old Crusader
Struck his Paynim foe!
Melissa: Thus our courage, all untarnish'd,
We're instructed to display;
But to tell the truth unvarnish'd,
We are more inclined to say,
"Please you, do not hurt us,"
All: "Do not hurt us, if it please you!"
Melissa: "Please you let us be."
All: "Let us be -- let us be!"
Melissa: "Soldiers disconcert us."
All: "Disconcert us, if it please you!"
Melissa: "Frighten'd maids are we!"
All: "Maids are we, maids are we!"
Melissa: Please you,
All: Do not hurt us;
Melissa: Please you,
All: Let us be.
Mel & Cho: Frighten'd maids are we, frighten'd maids are we!
Melissa: But 'twould be an error
To confess our terror,
So in Ida's name,
Boldly we exclaim:
Mel & Cho: Death to the invader!
Strike a deadly blow,
As an old Crusader
Struck his Paynim foe!
(Flourish. Enter Princess, armed, attended by Blanche and Psyche.)
Princess: I like your spirit, girls! We have to meet
Stern bearded warriors in fight to-day;
Wear naught but what is necessary to
Preserve your dignity before their eyes,
And give your limbs full play.
Blanche: One moment, ma'am,
Here is a paradox we should not pass
Without inquiry. We are prone to say
"This thing is Needful -- that, Superfluous"--
Yet they invariably co-exist!
We find the Needful comprehended in
The circle of the grand Superfluous,
Yet the Superfluous cannot be brought
Unless you're amply furnished with the Needful.
These singular considerations are--
Princess: Superfluous, yet not Needful -- so you see
The terms may independently exist.
(To Ladies) Women of Adamant, we have to show
That women, educated to the task,
Can meet Man, face to face, on his own ground,
And beat him there. Now, let us set to work;
Where is our lady surgeon?
Sach.: Madam, here!
Princess: We shall require your skill to heal the wounds
Of those that fall.
Sach.: (Alarmed) What, heal the wounded?
Princess: Yes!
Sach.: And cut off real live legs and arms?
Princess: Of course!
Sach.: I wouldn't do it for a thousand pounds!
Princess: Why, how is this? Are you faint-hearted, girl?
You've often cut them off in theory!
Sach.: In theory I'll cut them off again
With pleasure, and as often as you like,
But not in practice.
Princess: Coward! Get you hence,
I've craft enough for that, and courage too,
I'll do your work! My fusiliers, advance!,
Why, you are armed with axes! Gilded toys!
Where are your rifles, pray?
Chloe: Why, please you, ma'am,
We left them in the armoury, for fear
That in the heat and turmoil of the fight,
They might go off!
Princess: "They might!" Oh, craven souls!
Go off yourselves! Thank heaven I have a heart
That quails not at the thought of meeting men;
I will discharge your rifles! Off with you!
(Exit Chloe)
Where's my bandmistress?
Ada: Please you, ma'am, the band
Do not feel well, and can't come out today!
Princess: Why, this is flat rebellion! I've no time
To talk to them just now. But, happily,
I can play several instruments at once,
And I will drown the shrieks of those that fall
With trumpet music, such as soldiers love!
How stand we with respect to gunpowder?
My Lady Psyche -- you who superintend
Our lab'ratory -- are you well prepared
To blow these bearded rascals into shreds?
Psyche: Why, madam--
Princess: Well?
Psyche: Let us try gentler means.
We can dispense with fulminating grains
While we have eyes with which to flash our rage!
We can dispense with villainous saltpetre
While we have tongues with which to blow them up!
We can dispense, in short, with all the arts
That brutalize the practical polemist!
Princess: (Contemptuously) I never knew a more dispensing
chemist!
Away, away -- I'll meet these men alone
Since all my women have deserted me!
(Exeunt all but Princess, singing
refrain of
"Please you, do not hurt us",
pianissimo.)
Princess: So fail my cherished plans -- so fails my faith--
And with it hope, and all that comes of hope!
Song - Princess
"I Built upon a Rock"
Princess: I built upon a rock,
But ere Destruction's hand
Dealt equal lot
To Court and cot,
My rock had turn'd to sand!
I leant upon an oak,
But in the hour of need,
Alack-a-day,
My trusted stay
Was but a bruis-ed reed!
A bruis-ed reed!
Ah faithless rock,
My simple faith to mock!
Ah trait'rous oak,
Thy worthlessness to cloak,
Thy worthlessness to cloak!
I drew a sword of steel
But when to home and hearth
The battle's breath
Bore fire and death,
My sword was but a lath!
I lit a beacon fire,
But on a stormy day
Of frost and rime,
In wintertime,
My fire had died away,
Had died away!
Ah, coward steel,
That fear can un-anneal!
False fire indeed,
To fail me in my need,
To fail me in my need!
(Princess Sinks upon a rock. Enter Chloe and all the Ladies)
Chloe: Madam, your father and your brothers claim
An audience!
Princess: What do they do here?
Chloe: They come
To fight for you!
Princess: Admit them!
Blanche: Infamous!
One's brothers, ma'am, are men!
Princess: So I have heard.
But all my women seem to fail me when
I need them most. In this emergency,
Even one's brothers may be turned to use.
Gama: (Entering, pale and unnerved) My daughter!
Princess: Father! Thou art free!
Gama: Aye, free!
Free as a tethered ass! I come to thee
With words from Hildebrand. Those duly given
I must return to blank captivity.
I'm free so far.
Princess: Your message.
Gama: Hildebrand
Is loth to war with women. Pit my sons,
My three brave sons, against these popinjays,
These tufted jack-a-dandy featherheads,
And on the issue let thy hand depend!
Princess: Insult on insult's head! Are we a stake
For fighting men? What fiend possesses thee,
That thou has come with offers such as these
From such as he to such an one as I?
Gama: I am possessed
By the pale devil of a shaking heart!
My stubborn will is bent. I dare not face
That devilish monarch's black malignity!
He tortures me with torments worse than death,
I haven't anything to grumble at!
He finds out what particular meats I love,
And gives me them. The very choicest wines,
The costliest robes -- the richest rooms are mine.
He suffers none to thwart my simplest plan,
And gives strict orders none should contradict me!
He's made my life a curse! (Weeps)
Princess: My tortured father!
SONG (King GAMA with CHORUS of GIRLS)
"Whene'er I Spoke"
Gama: Whene'er I poke
Sarcastic joke
Replete with malice spiteful,
This people mild
Politely smil'd,
And voted me delightful!
Now, when a wight
Sits up all night
Ill-natur'd jokes devising,
And all his wiles
Are met with smiles
It's hard, there's no disguising!
Ah! Oh, don't the days seem lank and long
When all goes right and nothing goes wrong,
And isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at!
Chorus: Oh, isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at!
Gama: When German bands
From music stands
Play'd Wagner imperfectly --
I bade them go--
They didn't say no,
But off they went directly!
The organ boys
They stopp'd their noise,
With readiness surprising,
And grinning herds
Of hurdy-gurds
Retired apologising!
Ah! Oh, don't the days seem lank and long
When all goes right and nothing goes wrong,
And isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at!
Chorus: Oh, isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at!
Gama: I offer'd gold
In sums untold
To all who'd contradict me--
I said I'd pay
A pound a day
To any one who kick'd me--
I've brib'd with toys
Great vulgar boys
To utter something spiteful,
But, bless you, no!
They would be so
Confoundedly politeful!
Ah! In short, these aggravating lads,
They tickle my tastes, they feed my fads,
They give me this and they give me that,
And I've nothing whatever to grumble at!
Chorus: Oh, isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at!
(Gama Bursts into tears and falls sobbing
on a seat.)
Princess: My poor old father! How he must have suffered!
Well, well, I yield!
Gama: (Hysterically) She yields! I'm saved, I'm saved!
(Exit)
Princess: Open the gates -- admit these warriors,
Then get you all within the castle walls.
(Exit)
(The gates are opened and the Girls mount the
battlements as the
Soldiers enter. Arac, Guron and Scynthius
also enter.)
Chorus of Soldiers
"When anger spreads his wing"
Chorus: When anger spread his wing,
And all seems dark as night for it,
There's nothing but to fight for it,
But ere you pitch your ring,
Select a pretty site for it,
(This spot is suited quite for it,)
And then you gaily sing,
And then you gaily sing:
"Oh I love the jolly rattle
Of an orde-al by battle,
There's an end of tittle-tattle
When your enemy is dead.
It's an arrant molly-coddle
Fears a crack upon his noddle
And he's only fit to swaddle
In a downy feather-bed!
Ladies: For a Soldiers: Oh, I
fight's love the
a jolly
kind rattle
of Of an
thing orde-al by battle
That I There's an
love end of
to tittle
look tattle,
up- When your
on, enemy is dead.
So It's an
let arrant
us molly-
sing, coddle
Long Fears a
live crack upon
the his
King, noddle,
And his And he's
son only fit to
Hi- swaddle, In a
la- downy fea-
ri-on! ther bed!
(During this, Hilarion, Florian,
and Cyril are
brought out by the "Daughters of
the Plough".
They are still bound and wear
the robes.
Enter GAMA.)
Gama: Hilarion! Cyril! Florian! dressed as women!
Is this indeed Hilarion?
Hilar.: Yes, it is!
Gama: Why, you look handsome in your women's clothes!
Stick to 'em! Men's attire becomes you not!
(To CYRIL and FLORIAN) And you, young ladies, will you please to
pray
King Hildebrand to set me free again?
Hang on his neck and gaze into his eyes,
He never could resist a pretty face!
Hilar.: You dog, you'll find, though I wear woman's garb,
My sword is long and sharp!
Gama: Hush, pretty one!
Here's a virago! Here's a termagant!
If length and sharpness go for anything,
You'll want no sword while you can wag your tongue!
Cyril: What need to waste your words on such as he?
He's old and crippled.
Gama: Aye, but I've three sons,
Fine fellows, young and muscular, and brave,
They're well worth talking to! Come, what d'ye say?
Arac: Aye, pretty ones, engage yourselves with us,
If three rude warriors affright you not!
Hilar.: Old as you are, I'd wring your shrivelled neck
If you were not the Princess Ida's father.
Gama: If I were not the Princess Ida's father,
And so had not her brothers for my sons,
No doubt you'd wring my neck -- in safety too!
Come, come, Hilarion, begin, begin!
Give them no quarter -- they will give you none.
You've this advantage over warriors
Who kill their country's enemies for pay,--
You know what you are fighting for -- look there!
(Pointing to Ladies on the
battlements)
(Exit Gamma. Hilarion, Florian, and Cyril
are led off.)
SONG (Arac, Guron, Scynthius and Chorus)
"This Helmet, I Suppose"
Arac: This helmet, I suppose,
Was meant to ward off blows,
It's very hot
And weighs a lot,
As many a guardsman knows,
As many a guardsman knows,
As many a guardsman knows,
As many a guardsman knows,
So off, so off that helmet goes.
Others: Yes, yes, yes,
So off that helmet goes!
(Giving their helmets to
attendants)
Arac: This tight-fitting cuirass
Is but a useless mass,
It's made of steel,
And weighs a deal,
This tight-fitting cuirass
Is but a useless mass,
A man is but an ass
Who fights in a cuirass,
So off, so off goes that cuirass.
Others: Yes, yes, yes,
So off goes that cuirass!
(Removing
cuirasses)
Arac: These brassets, truth to tell,
May look uncommon well,
But in a fight
They're much too tight,
They're like a lobster shell,
They're like a lobster shell!
Others: Yes, yes, yes,
They're like a lobster shell.
(Removing
their brassets)
Arac: These things I treat the same
(indicating leg pieces)
(I quite forget their name.)
They turn one's legs
To cribbage pegs--
Their aid I thus disclaim,
Their aid I thus disclaim,
Though I forget their name,
Though I forget their name,
Their aid, their aid I thus disclaim!
Others: Yes, yes, yes,
All: Their aid (we/they) thus disclaim!
(They remove their leg pieces and wear close-fitting shape suits.)
Enter Hilarion, Florian, and Cyril
(Desperate fight between the three Princes
and the three
Knights, during which the Ladies on the
battlements and
the Soldiers on the stage sing the
following chorus):
CHORUS DURING THE FIGHT
"This is our Duty"
Chorus: This is our duty plain towards
Our Princess all immaculate,
We ought to bless her brothers' swords,
And piously ejaculate:
Oh, Hungary!
Oh, Hungary!
Oh, doughty sons of Hungary!
May all success
Attend and bless
Your warlike ironmongery!
Hilarion! Hilarion! Hilarion!
(By this time, Arac, Guron, and
Scynthius are
on the ground, wounded --
Hilarion, Cyril and
Florian stand
over them.)
Princess: (Entering through gate and followed by Ladies,
Hildebrand, and Gama.)
Hold! stay your hands! -- we yield ourselves to you!
Ladies, my brothers all lie bleeding there!
Bind up their wounds -- but look the other way.
(Coming down) Is this the end? (Bitterly to Lady
Blanche)
How say you, Lady Blanche--
Can I with dignity my post resign?
And if I do, will you then take my place?
Blanche: To answer this, it's meet that we consult
The great Potential Mysteries; I mean
The five Subjunctive Possibilities--
The May, the Might, the Would, the Could, the Should.
Can you resign? The Prince May claim you; if
He Might, you Could -- and if you Should, I Would!
Princess: I thought as much! Then to my fate I yield--
So ends my cherished scheme! Oh, I had hoped
To band all women with my maiden throng,
And make them all abjure tyrannic Man!
Hildebd: A noble aim!
Princess: You ridicule it now;
But if I carried out this glorious scheme,
At my exalted name Posterity
Would bow in gratitude!
Hildebd: But pray
reflect --
If you enlist all women in your cause,
And make them all abjure tyrannic Man,
The obvious question then arises, "How
Is this Posterity to be provided?"
Princess: I never thought of that! My Lady Blanche,
How do you solve the riddle?
Blanche: Don't ask me --
Abstract Philosophy won't answer it.
Take him -- he is your Shall. Give in to Fate!
Princess: And you desert me. I alone am staunch!
Hilarion: Madam, you placed your trust in Woman -- well,
Woman has failed you utterly -- try Man,
Give him one chance, it's only fair -- besides,
Women are far too precious, too divine,
To try unproven theories upon.
Experiments, the proverb says, are made
On humble subjects -- try our grosser clay,
And mould it as you will!
Cyril: Remember, too
Dear Madam, if at any time you feel
A-weary of the Prince, you can return
To Castle Adamant, and rule your girls
As heretofore, you know.
Princess: And shall I find
The Lady Psyche here?
Psyche: If Cyril, ma'am,
Does not behave himself, I think you will.
Princess: And you Melissa, shall I find you here?
Melissa: Madam, however Florian turns out,
Unhesitatingly I answer, No!
Gama: Consider this, my love, if your mama
Had looked on matters from your point of view
(I wish she had), why where would you have been?
Blanche: There's an unbounded field of speculation,
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