(Scene.-A ruined chapel by moonlight.  Aisles C., R. and L.,
       divided by pillars and arches, ruined Gothic windows at
       back.  MAJOR-GENERAL STANLEY discovered seated R.C.
       pensively, surrounded by his daughters.)

                                  CHORUS

            Oh, dry the glist'ning tear
                 That dews that martial cheek,
            Thy loving children hear,
                 In them thy comfort seek.
            With sympathetic care
                 Their arms around thee creep,
            For oh, they cannot bear
                 To see their father weep!

       (Enter MABEL)

                              SOLO—MABEL

            Dear father, why leave your bed
                 At this untimely hour,
            When happy daylight is dead,
                 And darksome dangers low'r?
            See, heav'n has lit her lamp,
                 The midnight hour is past,
            And the chilly night-air is damp,
                 And the dews are falling fast!
            Dear father, why leave your bed
                 When happy daylight is dead?

  GIRLS:    Oh, dry the glist'ning tear, etc.

       (FREDERIC enters)

  MABEL:    Oh, Frederic, cannot you, in the calm excellence of
            your wisdom, reconcile it with your conscience to say
            something that will relieve my father's sorrow?
  FREDERIC: I will try, dear Mabel.  But why does he sit, night
            after night, in this draughty old ruin?
  GENERAL:  Why do I sit here?  To escape from the pirates'
            clutches, I described myself as an orphan; and, heaven
            help me, I am no orphan!  I come here to humble myself
            before the tombs of my ancestors, and to implore their
            pardon for having brought dishonour on the family
            escutcheon.
  FREDERIC: But you forget, sir, you only bought the property a
            year ago, and the stucco on your baronial castle is
            scarcely dry.
  GENERAL:  Frederic, in this chapel are ancestors: you cannot deny
            that.  With the estate, I bought the chapel and its
            contents.  I don't know whose ancestors they were, but
            I know whose ancestors they are, and I shudder to think
            that their descendant by purchase (if I may so describe
            myself) should have brought disgrace upon what, I have
            no doubt, was an unstained escutcheon.
  FREDERIC: Be comforted.  Had you not acted as you did, these
            reckless men would assuredly have called in the nearest
            clergyman, and have married your large family on the
            spot.
  GENERAL:  I thank you for your proffered solace, but it is
            unavailing.  I assure you, Frederic, that such is the
            anguish and remorse I feel at the abominable falsehood
            by which I escaped these easily deluded pirates, that I
            would go to their simple-minded chief this very night
            and confess all, did I not fear that the consequences
            would be most disastrous to myself.  At what time does
            your expedition march against these scoundrels?
  FREDERIC: At eleven, and before midnight I hope to have atoned
            for my involuntary association with the pestilent
            scourges by sweeping them from the face of the earth—
            and then, dear Mabel, you will be mine!
  GENERAL:  Are your devoted followers at hand?
  FREDERIC: They are, they only wait my orders.

                           RECIT—GENERAL

            Then, Frederic, let your escort lion-hearted
            Be summoned to receive a gen'ral's blessing,
            Ere they depart upon their dread adventure.

  FREDERIC: Dear, sir, they come.

  (Enter POLICE, marching in single file. They form in line, facing
       audience.)

                           SONG—SERGEANT

       When the foeman bares his steel,
                      Tarantara!  tarantara!
       We uncomfortable feel,
                      Tarantara!
       And we find the wisest thing,
                      Tarantara!  tarantara!
       Is to slap our chests and sing,
                      Tarantara!
       For when threatened with -meutes,
                      Tarantara! tarantara!
       And your heart is in your boots,
                      Tarantara!
       There is nothing brings it round
       Like the trumpet's martial sound,
       Like the trumpet's martial sound
                      Tarantara! tarantara!, etc.

  MABEL:    Go, ye heroes, go to glory,
            Though you die in combat gory,
            Ye shall live in song and story.
                 Go to immortality!
            Go to death, and go to slaughter;
            Die, and every Cornish daughter
            With her tears your grave shall water.
                 Go, ye heroes, go and die!

  GIRLS:    Go, ye heroes, go and die!  Go, ye heroes, go and die!

  POLICE:   Though to us it's evident,
                      Tarantara!  tarantara!
            These attentions are well meant,
                      Tarantara!
            Such expressions don't appear,
                      Tarantara!  tarantara!
            Calculated men to cheer
                      Tarantara!
            Who are going to meet their fate
            In a highly nervous state.
                      Tarantara! tarantara! tarantara!
            Still to us it's evident
            These attentions are well meant.
                      Tarantara! tarantara! tarantara!

  EDITH:    Go and do your best endeavour,
            And before all links we sever,
            We will say farewell for-ever.
                 Go to glory and the grave!

  GIRLS:    For your foes are fierce and ruthless,
            False, unmerciful, and truthless;
            Young and tender, old and toothless,
                 All in vain their mercy crave.

  SERGEANT: We observe too great a stress,
            On the risks that on us press,
            And of reference a lack
            To our chance of coming back.
            Still, perhaps it would be wise
            Not to carp or criticise,
            For it's very evident
            These attentions are well meant.

  POLICE:   Yes, it's very evident
            These attentions are well meant,
            Evident, yes, well meant, evident
            Ah, yes, well meant!

                              ENSEMBLE

       Chorus of all but Police                  Chorus of Police

  Go and do your best endeavour,        Such expressions don't
  appear,
  And before all links we sever                    Tarantara,
  tarantara!
  We will say farewell for ever.        Calculated men to cheer,
       Go to glory and the grave!                  Tarantara!
  For your foes and fierce and          Who are going to their fate,
       ruthless,                                   Tarantara,
  tarantara!
  False, unmerciful, and                In a highly nervous state—
       truthless.                                  Tarantara!
  Young and tender, old and             We observe too great a
  stress,
       toothless,                                  Tarantara,
  tarantara!
  All in vain their mercy crave.        On the risks that on us
  press,
                                                   Tarantara!
                                        And of reference a lack,
                                                   Tarantara,
  tarantara!
                                        To our chance of coming back,
                                                   Tarantara!

  GENERAL:  Away, away!
  POLICE:   (without moving)    Yes, yes, we go.
  GENERAL:  These pirates slay.
  POLICE:             Tarantara!
  GENERAL:  Then do not stay.
  POLICE:             Tarantara!
  GENERAL:  Then why this delay?
  POLICE:             All right, we go.
  ALL:      Yes, forward on the foe!
            Yes, forward on the foe!
  GENERAL:  Yes, but you don't go!
  POLICE:             We go, we go
  ALL:      Yes, forward on the foe!
            Yes, forward on the foe!
  GENERAL:  Yes, but you don't go!
  POLICE:             We go, we go
  ALL:      At last they go!
            At last they really go!

  (Exeunt POLICE.  MABEL tears herself from FREDERIC and exits,
       followed by her sisters, consoling her.  The MAJOR-GENERAL
       and others follow the POLICE off.  FREDERIC remains alone.)

                           RECIT-FREDERIC

            Now for the pirates' lair!  Oh, joy unbounded!
            Oh, sweet relief!  Oh, rapture unexampled!
            At last I may atone, in some slight measure,
            For the repeated acts of theft and pillage
            Which, at a sense of duty's stern dictation,
            I, circumstance's victim, have been guilty!

       (PIRATE KING and RUTH appear at the window, armed.)

  KING:     Young Frederic!  (Covering him with pistol)
  FREDERIC:      Who calls?
  KING:                    Your late commander!
  RUTH:     And I, your little Ruth!  (Covering him with pistol)
  FREDERIC:                Oh, mad intruders,
            How dare ye face me?  Know ye not, oh rash ones,
            That I have doomed you to extermination?

     (KING and RUTH hold a pistol to each ear)

  KING:     Have mercy on us!  hear us, ere you slaughter!
  FREDERIC: I do not think I ought to listen to you.
            Yet, mercy should alloy our stern resentment,
            And so I will be merciful—  say on!

                   TRIO—RUTH, KING, and FREDERIC

  RUTH:     When you had left our pirate fold,
                 We tried to raise our spirits faint,
            According to our custom old,
                 With quips and quibbles quaint.
            But all in vain the quips we heard,
                 We lay and sobbed upon the rocks,
            Until to somebody occurred
                 A startling paradox.
  FREDERIC:           A paradox?
  KING:     (laughing)     A paradox!
  RUTH:     A most ingenious paradox!
            We've quips and quibbles heard in flocks,
            But none to beat this paradox!
                 A paradox, a paradox,
                 A most ingenious paradox!
                 Ha! ha! ha! ha!  Ha! ha! ha! ha!
  KING:     We knew your taste for curious quips,
                 For cranks and contradictions queer;
            And with the laughter on our lips,
                 We wished you there to hear.
            We said, "If we could tell it him,
                 How Frederic would the joke enjoy!"
            And so we've risked both life and limb
                 To tell it to our boy.
  FREDERIC: (interested).  That paradox?  That paradox?
  KING and RUTH: (laughing)     That most ingenious paradox!
            We've quips and quibbles heard in flocks,
            But none to beat this paradox!
                 A paradox, a paradox,
                 A most ingenious paradox!
                 Ha! ha! ha! ha!  Ho! ho! ho! ho!

                             CHANT—KING

  For some ridiculous reason, to which, however, I've no desire to
       be disloyal,
  Some person in authority, I don't know who, very likely the
       Astronomer Royal,
  Has decided that, although for such a beastly month as February,
       twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty,
  One year in every four his days shall be reckoned as nine and-
       twenty.
  Through some singular coincidence— I shouldn't be surprised if
       it were owing to the agency of an ill-natured fairy—
  You are the victim of this clumsy arrangement, having been born
       in leap-year, on the twenty-ninth of February;
  And so, by a simple arithmetical process, you'll easily discover,
  That though you've lived twenty-one years, yet, if we go by
       birthdays, you're only five and a little bit over!
  RUTH:     Ha! ha! ha! ha!
  KING:          Ho! ho! ho! ho!
  FREDERIC: Dear me!
            Let's see!  (counting on fingers)
            Yes, yes; with yours my figures do agree!
  ALL: Ha! ha! ha! ho! ho! ho! ho!
  FREDERIC: (more amused than any)  How quaint the ways of Paradox!
            At common sense she gaily mocks!
            Though counting in the usual way,
            Years twenty-one I've been alive,
            Yet, reck'ning by my natal day,
            Yet, reck'ning by my natal day,
            I am a little boy of five!
  RUTH/KING:     He is a little boy of five!
                 Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
  ALL:      A paradox, a paradox,
            A most ingenious paradox!
            Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!, etc.

  (RUTH and KING throw themselves back on seats, exhausted with
       laughter)

  FREDERIC: Upon my word, this is most curious—  most absurdly
            whimsical. Five-and-a-quarter!  No one would think it
            to look at me!
  RUTH:     You are glad now, I'll be bound, that you spared us.
            You would never have forgiven yourself when you
            discovered that you had killed two of your comrades.
  FREDERIC: My comrades?
  KING:     (rises)  I'm afraid you don't appreciate the delicacy
            of your position:   You were apprenticed to us—
  FREDERIC: Until I reached my twenty-first year.
  KING:     No, until you reached your twenty-first birthday
            (producing document), and, going by birthdays, you are
            as yet only five-and-a-quarter.
  FREDERIC: You don't mean to say you are going to hold me to that?
  KING:     No, we merely remind you of the fact, and leave the
            rest to your sense of duty.
  RUTH:     Your sense of duty!
  FREDERIC: (wildly)  Don't put it on that footing!  As I was
            merciful to you just now, be merciful to me!  I implore
            you not to insist on the letter of your bond just as
            the cup of happiness is at my lips!
  RUTH:     We insist on nothing; we content ourselves with
            pointing out to you your duty.
  KING:     Your duty!
  FREDERIC: (after a pause)  Well, you have appealed to my sense of
            duty, and my duty is only too clear.  I abhor your
            infamous calling; I shudder at the thought that I have
            ever been mixed up with it; but duty is before all —
            at any price I will do my duty.
  KING:     Bravely spoken!  Come, you are one of us once more.
  FREDERIC: Lead on, I follow.  (Suddenly)  Oh, horror!
  KING/RUTH:     What is the matter?
  FREDERIC: Ought I to tell you?  No, no, I cannot do it; and yet,
            as one of your band—
  KING:     Speak out, I charge you by that sense of
            conscientiousness to which we have never yet appealed
            in vain.
  FREDERIC: General Stanley, the father of my Mabel—
  KING/RUTH:     Yes, yes!
  FREDERIC: He escaped from you on the plea that he was an orphan?
  KING:     He did.
  FREDERIC: It breaks my heart to betray the honoured father of the
            girl I adore, but as your apprentice I have no
            alternative.  It is my duty to tell you that General
            Stanley is no orphan!
  KING/RUTH:     What!
  FREDERIC: More than that, he never was one!
  KING:     Am I to understand that, to save his contemptible life,
            he dared to practice on our credulous simplicity?
            (FREDERIC nods as he weeps)  Our revenge shall be swift
            and terrible.  We will go and collect our band and
            attack Tremorden Castle this very night.
  FREDERIC: But stay—
  KING:     Not a word!  He is doomed!

                                   TRIO

            KING and RUTH:                           FREDERIC

  Away, away! my heart's on fire;       Away, away! ere I expire—
       I burn, this base deception to        I find my duty hard to
  do to-
             repay.                                day!
  This very night my vengeance dire     My heart is filled with
  anguish dire,
       Shall glut itself in gore.            It strikes me to the
  core.
             Away, away!                           Away, away!

  KING:          With falsehood foul
            He tricked us of our brides.
                 Let vengeance howl;
            The Pirate so decides.
                 Our nature stern
            He softened with his lies,
                 And, in return,
            To-night the traitor dies.

  ALL:      Yes, yes!  to-night the traitor dies!
            Yes, yes!  to-night the traitor dies!

  RUTH:     To-night he dies!
  KING:          Yes, or early to-morrow.
  FREDERIC: His girls likewise?
  RUTH:          They will welter in sorrow.
  KING:     The one soft spot
  RUTH:          In their natures they cherish—
  FREDERIC: And all who plot
  KING:          To abuse it shall perish!
  ALL:      To-night he dies, etc.

  (Exeunt KING and RUTH.  FREDERIC throws himself on a stone in
       blank despair.  Enter MABEL.)

                            RECIT—MABEL

            All is prepared, your gallant crew await you.
            My Frederic in tears?  It cannot be
            That lion-heart quails at the coming conflict?

  FREDERIC: No, Mabel, no.
            A terrible disclosure
            Has just been made.
            Mabel, my dearly-loved one,
            I bound myself to serve the pirate captain
            Until I reached my one-and-twentieth birthday—
  MABEL:    But you are twenty-one?
  FREDERIC:                I've just discovered
            That I was born in leap-year, and that birthday
            Will not be reached by me till nineteen forty!
  MABEL:    Oh, horrible!  catastrophe appalling!
  FREDERIC: And so, farewell!
  MABEL:         No, no!
            Ah, Frederic, hear me.

                          DUET—MABEL and FREDERIC

  MABEL:    Stay, Fred'ric, stay!
                 They have no legal claim,
                 No shadow of a shame
                 Will fall upon thy name.
            Stay, Frederic, stay!

  FREDERIC: Nay, Mabel, nay!
                 To-night I quit these walls,
                 The thought my soul appalls,
                 But when stern Duty calls,
            I must obey.

  MABEL:    Stay, Fred'ric, stay!
  FREDERIC:      Nay, Mabel, nay!
  MABEL:    They have no claim—
  FREDERIC:      But Duty's name.
                 The thought my soul appalls,
                 But when stern Duty calls,
  MABEL:    Stay, Fred'ric, stay!
  FREDERIC:      I must obey.

                            BALLAD—MABEL

            Ah, leave me not to pine
                 Alone and desolate;
            No fate seemed fair as mine,
                 No happiness so great!
            And Nature, day by day,
                 Has sung in accents clear
            This joyous roundelay,
                 "He loves thee— he is here.
                      Fa-la, la-la,
                      Fa-la, la-la.
                 He loves thee— he is here.
                      Fa-la, la-la, Fa-la."

  FREDERIC: Ah, must I leave thee here
                 In endless night to dream,
            Where joy is dark and drear,
                 And sorrow all supreme—
            Where nature, day by day,
                 Will sing, in altered tone,
            This weary roundelay,
                 "He loves thee— he is gone.
                      Fa-la, la-la,
                      Fa-la, la-la.
                 He loves thee— he is gone.
                      Fa-la, la-la, Fa-la."

  FREDERIC: In 1940 I of age shall be,
            I'll then return, and claim you—I declare it!
  MABEL:              It seems so long!
  FREDERIC: Swear that, till then, you will be true to me.
  MABEL:              Yes, I'll be strong!
            By all the Stanleys dead and gone, I swear it!

                              ENSEMBLE

            Oh, here is love, and here is truth,
                 And here is food for joyous laughter:
            He (she) will be faithful to his (her) sooth
                 Till we are wed, and even after.
                      Oh, here is love, etc.

       (FREDERIC rushes to window and leaps out)

  MABEL:    (almost fainting)  No, I am brave!  Oh, family descent,
            How great thy charm, thy sway how excellent!
            Come one and all, undaunted men in blue,
            A crisis, now, affairs are coming to!

       (Enter POLICE, marching in single file)

  SERGEANT:      Though in body and in mind
  POLICE:                  Tarantara!  tarantara!
  SERGEANT:      We are timidly inclined,
  POLICE:                  Tarantara!
  SERGEANT:      And anything but blind
  POLICE:                  Tarantara!  tarantara!
  SERGEANT:      To the danger that's behind,
  POLICE:                  Tarantara!
  SERGEANT:      Yet, when the danger's near,
  POLICE:                  Tarantara! tarantara!
  SERGEANT:      We manage to appear
  POLICE:                  Tarantara!
  SERGEANT:      As insensible to fear
                 As anybody here,
                 As anybody here.
  POLICE:                  Tarantara! tarantara!, etc.

  MABEL:    Sergeant, approach!  Young Frederic was to have led you
            to death and glory.
  POLICE:   That is not a pleasant way of putting it.
  MABEL:    No matter; he will not so lead you, for he has allied
            himself once more with his old associates.
  POLICE:   He has acted shamefully!
  MABEL:    You speak falsely.  You know nothing about it.  He has
            acted nobly.
  POLICE:   He has acted nobly!
  MABEL:    Dearly as I loved him before, his heroic sacrifice to
            his sense of duty has endeared him to me tenfold; but
            if it was his duty to constitute himself my foe, it is
            likewise my duty to regard him in that light.  He has
            done his duty.  I will do mine.  Go ye and do yours.
                                                       (Exit MABEL)
  POLICE:   Right oh!
  SERGEANT: This is perplexing.
  POLICE:   We cannot understand it at all.
  SERGEANT: Still, as he is actuated by a sense of duty—
  POLICE:   That makes a difference, of course.  At the same time,
            we repeat, we cannot understand it at all.
  SERGEANT: No matter.  Our course is clear:  we must do our best
            to capture these pirates alone.  It is most distressing
            to us to be the agents whereby our erring fellow-
            creatures are deprived of that liberty which is so dear
            to us all— but we should have thought of that before
            we joined the force.
  POLICE:   We should!
  SERGEANT: It is too late now!
  POLICE:   It is!

                               SOLO AND CHORUS

  SERGEANT: When a felon's not engaged in his employment
  POLICE:                  His employment
  SERGEANT: Or maturing his felonious little plans,
  POLICE:                  Little plans,
  SERGEANT: His capacity for innocent enjoyment
  POLICE:                  'Cent enjoyment
  SERGEANT: Is just as great as any honest man's.
  POLICE:                  Honest man's.
  SERGEANT: Our feelings we with difficulty smother
  POLICE:                  'Culty smother
  SERGEANT: When constabulary duty's to be done.
  POLICE:                  To be done.
  SERGEANT: Ah, take one consideration with another,
  POLICE:                  With another,
  SERGEANT: A policeman's lot is not a happy one.
  ALL:           Ah, when constabulary duty's to be done, to be
                      done,
                 A policeman's lot is not a happy one, happy one.
  SERGEANT: When the enterprising burglar's not a-burgling
  POLICE:                  Not a-burgling
  SERGEANT: When the cut-throat isn't occupied in crime,
  POLICE:                  'Pied in crime,
  SERGEANT: He loves to hear the little brook a-gurgling
  POLICE:                  Brook a-gurgling
  SERGEANT: And listen to the merry village chime.
  POLICE:                  Village chime.
  SERGEANT: When the coster's finished jumping on his mother,
  POLICE:                  On his mother,
  SERGEANT: He loves to lie a-basking in the sun.
  POLICE:                  In the sun.
  SERGEANT: Ah, take one consideration with another,
  POLICE:                  With another,
  SERGEANT: A policeman's lot is not a happy one.
  ALL:           Ah, when constabulary duty's to be done, to be
                      done,
                 A policeman's lot is not a happy one, happy one.

       (Chorus of Pirates without, in the distance)

            A rollicking band of pirates we,
            Who, tired of tossing on the sea,
            Are trying their hand at a burglaree,
                 With weapons grim and gory.

  SERGEANT: Hush, hush!  I hear them on the manor poaching,
            With stealthy step the pirates are approaching.

                (Chorus of Pirates, resumed nearer.)

            We are not coming for plate or gold;
            A story General Stanley's told;
            We seek a penalty fifty-fold,
                 For General Stanley's story.

  POLICE:   They seek a penalty
  PIRATES:            Fifty-fold!
            We seek a penalty
  POLICE:             Fifty-fold!
  ALL:      They (We) seek a penalty fifty-fold,
                 For General Stanley's story.
  SERGEANT: They come in force, with stealthy stride,
            Our obvious course is now—to hide.
  POLICE:             Tarantara!  Tarantara!  etc.

  (Police conceal themselves in aisle. As they do so, the Pirates,
       with RUTH and FREDERIC, are seen appearing at ruined window.
       They enter cautiously, and come down stage on tiptoe.
       SAMUEL is laden with burglarious tools and pistols, etc.)

                      CHORUS—PIRATES (very loud)

            With cat-like tread,
                 Upon our prey we steal;
            In silence dread,
                 Our cautious way we feel.
            No sound at all!
                 We never speak a word;
            A fly's foot-fall
                 Would be distinctly heard—
  POLICE:   (softly)       Tarantara, tarantara!
  PIRATES:  So stealthily the pirate creeps,
            While all the household soundly sleeps.
            Come, friends, who plough the sea,
                 Truce to navigation;
                 Take another station;
            Let's vary piracee
            With a little burglaree!
  POLICE:   (softly)       Tarantara, tarantara!
  SAMUEL:   (distributing implements to various members of the
                 gang)
            Here's your crowbar and your centrebit,
            Your life-preserver—you may want to hit!
            Your silent matches, your dark lantern seize,
            Take your file and your skeletonic keys.
  POLICE:   Tarantara!
  PIRATES:       With cat-like tread
  POLICE:   Tarantara!
  PIRATES:       in silence dread,

            (Enter KING, FREDERIC and RUTH)

  ALL (fortissimo).   With cat-like tread, etc.

                                RECIT

  FREDERIC: Hush, hush!  not a word; I see a light inside!
            The Major-Gen'ral comes, so quickly hide!
  PIRATES:       Yes, yes, the Major-General comes!

                          (Exeunt KING, FREDERIC, SAMUEL, and RUTH)

  POLICE:        Yes, yes, the Major-General comes!
  GENERAL:  (entering in dressing-gown, carrying a light)
                 Yes, yes, the Major-General comes!

                            SOLO—GENERAL

                 Tormented with the anguish dread
                      Of falsehood unatoned,
                 I lay upon my sleepless bed,
                      And tossed and turned and groaned.
                 The man who finds his conscience ache
                      No peace at all enjoys;
                 And as I lay in bed awake,
                      I thought I heard a noise.
  MEN:      He thought he heard a noise—  ha! ha!
  GENERAL:            No, all is still
                      In dale, on hill;
                 My mind is set at ease—
                      So still the scene,
                      It must have been
                 The sighing of the breeze.

                           BALLAD—GENERAL

            Sighing softly to the river
                 Comes the loving breeze,
            Setting nature all a-quiver,
                 Rustling through the trees.
  MEN:                     Through the trees.
  GENERAL:  And the brook, in rippling measure,
                 Laughs for very love,
            While the poplars, in their pleasure,
                 Wave their arms above.
  MEN:      Yes, the trees, for very love,
            Wave their leafy arms above.
  ALL:      River, river, little river,
            May thy loving prosper ever!
            Heaven speed thee, poplar tree,
            May thy wooing happy be.
  GENERAL:  Yet, the breeze is but a rover,
                 When he wings away,
            Brook and poplar mourn a lover
                 Sighing,"Well-a-day!"
  MEN:                          Well-a-day!
  GENERAL:  Ah!  the doing and undoing,
                 That the rogue could tell!
            When the breeze is out a-wooing,
                 Who can woo so well?

  MEN:      Shocking tales the rogue could tell,
            Nobody can woo so well.
  ALL:           Pretty brook, thy dream is over,
                 For thy love is but a rover;
            Sad the lot of poplar trees,
            Courted by a fickle breeze!

  (Enter the MAJOR-GENERAL's daughters, led by MABEL, all in white
       peignoirs and night-caps, and carrying lighted candles.)

  GIRLS:    Now what is this, and what is that, and why does father
                 leave his rest
            At such a time of night as this, so very incompletely
                 dressed?
            Dear father is, and always was, the most methodical of
                 men!
            It's his invariable rule to go to bed at half-past ten.
            What strange occurrence can it be that calls dear
                 father from his rest
            At such a time of night as this, so very incompletely
                 dressed?

       (Enter KING, SAMUEL, and FREDERIC)

  KING:     Forward, my men, and seize that General there!  His
            life is over.  (They seize the GENERAL)
  GIRLS:    The pirates!  the pirates!  Oh, despair!
  PIRATES:  (springing up)  Yes, we're the pirates, so despair!
  GENERAL:  Frederic here!  Oh, joy!  Oh. rapture!
            Summon your men and effect their capture!
  MABEL:    Frederic, save us!
  FREDERIC:                Beautiful Mabel,
            I would if I could, but I am not able.
  PIRATES:  He's telling the truth, he is not able.
  KING:     With base deceit
                 You worked upon our feelings!
            Revenge is sweet,
                 And flavours all our dealings!
            With courage rare
                 And resolution manly,
            For death prepare,
                 Unhappy Gen'ral Stanley.

  MABEL:    (wildly)  Is he to die, unshriven, unannealed?
  GIRLS:                        Oh, spare him!
  MABEL:    Will no one in his cause a weapon wield?
  GIRLS:                        Oh, spare him!
  POLICE:   (springing up)  Yes, we are here, though hitherto
                 concealed!
  GIRLS:                        Oh, rapture!
  POLICE:   So to Constabulary, pirates yield!
  GIRLS:                        Oh, rapture!

  (A struggle ensues between Pirates and Police, RUTH tackling the
       SERGEANT.  Eventually the Police are overcome and fall
       prostrate, the Pirates standing over them with drawn
       swords.)

                    CHORUS OF PIRATES AND POLICE

                PIRATES                               POLICE

  We triumph now, for well we           You triumph now, for well we
       trow                                  trow
  Your mortal career's cut short;       Our mortal career's cut
  short;
  No pirate band will take its          No pirate band will take its
       stand                                 stand
  At the Central Criminal Court.        At the Central Criminal
  Court.

  SERGEANT: To gain a brief advantage you've contrived,
            But your proud triumph will not be long-lived
  KING:     Don't say you are orphans, for we know that game.
  SERGEANT: On your allegiance we've a stronger claim.
            We charge you yield, we charge you yield,
            In Queen Victoria's name!
  KING:     (baffled)  You do?
  POLICE:                       We do!
            We charge you yield,
            In Queen Victoria's name!

              (PIRATES kneel, POLICE stand over them triumphantly.)

  KING:     We yield at once, with humbled mien,
            Because, with all our faults, we love our Queen.
  POLICE:   Yes, yes, with all their faults, they love their Queen.
  ALL:      Yes, yes, with all their faults, they love their Queen.

  (POLICE, holding PIRATES by the collar, take out handkerchiefs
       and weep.)

  GENERAL:  Away with them, and place them at the bar!

                             (Enter RUTH)

  RUTH:     One moment!  let me tell you who they are.
            They are no members of the common throng;
            They are all noblemen who have gone wrong.
  ALL:      They are all noblemen who have gone wrong.
  GENERAL:  No Englishman unmoved that statement hears,
            Because, with all our faults, we love our House of
                 Peers.                                 (All kneel)
            I pray you, pardon me, ex-Pirate King!
            Peers will be peers, and youth will have its fling.
            Resume your ranks and legislative duties,
            And take my daughters, all of whom are beauties.

                  FINALE—MABEL, EDITH and ENSEMBLE

                 Poor wandering ones!
                      Though ye have surely strayed,
                      Take heart of grace,
                      Your steps retrace,
                 Poor wandering ones!
                 Poor wandering ones!
                      If such poor love as ours
                      Can help you find
                      True peace of mind,
                 Why, take it, it is yours!

  ALL: Poor wandering ones! etc.

                                END OF OPERA

  OR

  CASTLE ADAMANT

  libretto by William S. Gilbert

  music by Arthur S. Sullivan

  DRAMATIS PERSONAE

  King Hildebrand
  Hilarion (His son)

  Hilarion's friends:
      Cyril
      Florian

  King Gama

  His sons:
      Arac
      Guron
      Scynthius

  Princess Ida      (Gama's daughter)
  Lady Blanche      (Professor of Abstract Science)
  Lady Psyche       (Professor of Humanities)
  Melissa           (Lady Blanche's Daughter)

  Girl Graduates:
      Sacharissa
      Chloe
      Ada

  Soldiers, Courtiers, "Girl Graduates," "Daughters of the Plough,"
  etc.

                               ACT I

  Pavilion in King Hildebrand's Palace

                               ACT II

  Gardens of Castle Adamant

                              ACT III

  Courtyard of Castle Adamant

  SCENE.       Pavilion attached to King Hildebrand's Palace.
               Soldiers and courtiers discovered looking out through
               opera-glasses, telescopes, etc., Florian leading.

                             CHORUS AND SOLO (Florian)
                         "Search throughout the panorama"

  Chorus:      Search throughout the panorama
               For a sign of royal Gama,
                    Who to-day should cross the water
                    With his fascinating daughter—
                          Ida is her name.

               Some misfortune evidently
               Has detained them — consequently
                    Search throughout the panorama
                    For the daughter of King Gama,
                          Prince Hilarion's flame!
                          Prince Hilarion's flame!

                                  SOLO - Florian

  Florian:     Will Prince Hilarion's hopes be sadly blighted?

  Chorus:                             Who can tell?  Who can tell?

  Florian:     Will Ida break the vows that she has plighted?

  Chorus:                             Who can tell?  Who can tell?

  Florian:     Will she back out, and say she did not mean them?

  Chorus:                             Who can tell?

  Florian:     If so, there'll be the deuce to pay between them!

  Chorus:           No, no — we'll not despair, we'll not despair,
                    For Gama would not dare
                    To make a deadly foe
                    Of Hildebrand, and so,
                          Search through the panorama
                          For a sign of royal Gama,
                          Who today should cross the water
                          With his fascinating daughter—
                          Ida, Ida is her name.

                                              (Enter King Hildebrand
  with Cyril)

  Hildebd:     See you no sign of Gama?

  Florian:                            None, my liege!

  Hildebd:     It's very odd indeed.  If Gama fail
               To put in an appearance at our Court
               Before the sun has set in yonder west,
               And fail to bring the Princess Ida here
               To whom our son Hilarion was betrothed
               At the extremely early age of one,
               There's war between King Gama and ourselves!
                    (aside to Cyril)
               Oh, Cyril, how I dread this interview!
               It's twenty years since he and I have met.
               He was a twisted monster — all awry——
               As though Dame Nature, angry with her work,
               Had crumpled it in fitful petulance!

  Cyril:       But, sir, a twisted and ungainly trunk
               Often bears goodly fruit.  Perhaps he was
               A kind, well-spoken gentleman?

  Hildebd:                                        Oh, no!
               For, adder-like, his sting lay in his tongue.
               (His "sting" is present, though his "stung" is past.)

  Florian:     (looking through glass)
               But stay, my liege; o'er yonder mountain's brow
               Comes a small body, bearing Gama's arms;
               And now I look more closely at it, sir,
               I see attached to it King Gama's legs;
               From which I gather this corollary
               That that small body must be Gama's own!

  Hildebd:     Ha! Is the Princess with him?

  Florian:                                  Well, my liege,
                    Unless her highness is full six feet high,
               And wears mustachios too — and smokes cigars——
               And rides en cavalier in coat of steel——
               I do not think she is.

  Hildebd:                                  One never knows.
               She's a strange girl, I've heard, and does odd
                    things!
               Come, bustle there!
               For Gama place the richest robes we own——
               For Gama place the coarsest prison dress——
               For Gama let our best spare bed be aired——
               For Gama let our deepest dungeon yawn——
               For Gama lay the costliest banquet out——
               For Gama place cold water and dry bread!
               For as King Gama brings the Princess here,
               Or brings her not, so shall King Gama have
               Much more than everything — much less than nothing!

                           SONG (Hildebrand and Chorus)
                        "Now Hearken to my Strict Command"

  Hildebd:          Now hearken to my strict command
                    On every hand, on every hand——

  Chorus:                       To your command,
                                On every hand,
                          We dutifully bow.

  Hildebd:          If Gama bring the Princess here,
                    Give him good cheer, give him good cheer.

  Chorus:                       If she come here
                                We'll give him a cheer,
                          And we will show you how.
                    Hip, hip, hurrah! hip, hip, hurrah!
                    Hip, hip, hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
                                We'll shout and sing
                                Long live the King,
                          And his daughter, too, I trow!
                    Then shout ha! ha! hip, hip, hurrah!
                    Hip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah!
                    For the fair Princess and her good papa,
                          Hurrah, hurrah!

  Hildebd:          But if he fail to keep his troth,
                    Upon our oath, we'll trounce them both!

  Chorus:                       He'll trounce them both,
                                Upon his oath,
                          As sure as quarter-day!

  Hildebd:          We'll shut him up in a dungeon cell,
                    And toll his knell on a funeral bell.

  Chorus:                       From his dungeon cell,
                                His funeral knell
                          Shall strike him with dismay!
                    Hip, hip, hurrah! hip, hip, hurrah!
                    Hip, hip, hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
                                As up we string
                                The faithless King,
                          In the old familiar way!
                    We'll shout ha! ha! hip, hip, hurrah!
                    Hip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah!
                    As we make an end of her false papa,
                                Hurrah, hurrah!

  (Exeunt all)

                               (Enter Hilarion)

                          RECITATIVE AND SONG (Hilarion)
                                  "Today we meet"

                               RECITATIVE - Hilarion

               To-day we meet, my baby bride and I—
                    But ah, my hopes are balanc'd by my fears!
               What transmutations have been conjur'd by
                    The silent alchemy of twenty years!

                                 BALLAD - Hilarion

               Ida was a twelve-month old,
                    Twenty years ago!
               I was twice her age, I'm told,
                    Twenty years ago!
               Husband twice as old as wife
               Argues ill for married life
               Baleful prophecies were rife,
                    Twenty years ago,
               Twenty years ago!

               Still, I was a tiny prince
                    Twenty years ago.
               She has gained upon me, since
                    Twenty years ago.
               Though she's twenty-one, it's true,
               I am barely twenty-two—
               False and foolish prophets you
                    Twenty years ago,
                    Twenty years ago!

                            (Enter Hildebrand)

  Hilarion:    Well, father, is there news for me at last?

  Hildebd:     King Gama is in sight, but much I fear
               With no Princess!

  Hilarion:                     Alas, my liege, I've heard,
               That Princess Ida has forsworn the world,
               And, with a band of women, shut herself
               Within a lonely country house, and there
               Devotes herself to stern philosophies!

  Hildebd:     Then I should say the loss of such a wife
               Is one to which a reasonable man
               Would easily be reconciled.

  Hilarion:                     Oh, no!
               Or I am not a reasonable man.
               She is my wife — has been for twenty years!
               (Holding glass) I think I see her now.

  Hildebd:                      Ha!  Let me look!

  Hilarion:    In my mind's eye, I mean — a blushing bride
               All bib and tucker, frill and furbelow!
               How exquisite she looked as she was borne,
               Recumbent, in her foster-mother's arms!
               How the bride wept — nor would be comforted
               Until the hireling mother-for-the-nonce
               Administered refreshment in the vestry.
               And I remember feeling much annoyed
               That she should weep at marrying with me.
               But then I thought, "These brides are all alike.
               You cry at marrying me?  How much more cause
               You'd have to cry if it were broken off!"
               These were my thoughts; I kept them to myself,
               For at that age I had not learnt to speak.

                                                (Exeunt Hildebrand
  and Hilarion)

                               (Enter Courtiers)

                                      CHORUS
                            "From the distant panorama"

  Chorus:           From the distant panorama
                    Come the sons of royal Gama.
                          They are heralds evidently,
                          And are sacred consequently,
                                Sons of Gama, hail! oh, hail!

  (Enter Arac, Guron, and Scynthius)

                     TRIO (Arac, Guron, Scynthius and Chorus)
                              "We are Warriors Three"

                                    SONG - Arac

  Arac:                   We are warriors three,
                                Sons of Gama, Rex,
                          Like most sons are we,
                                Masculine in sex.

  All Three:                          Yes, yes, yes,
                                Masculine in sex.

  Arac:                   Politics we bar,
                                They are not our bent;
                          On the whole we are
                                Not intelligent.

  All Three:                          No, no, no,
                                Not intelligent.

  Arac:                   But with doughty heart,
                                And with trusty blade
                          We can play our part—
                                Fighting is our trade.

  All Three:                          Yes, yes, yes,
                                Fighting is our trade.

                          Bold and fierce, and strong, ha! ha!
                                For a war we burn,
                          With its right or wrong, ha! ha!
                                We have no concern.
                          Order comes to fight, ha! ha!
                                Order is obey'd,
                          We are men of might, ha! ha!
                                Fighting is our trade.
                                      Yes — yes, yes,
                                Fighting is our trade, ha! ha!

     THE THREE PRINCIPALS                      CHORUS
  Fighting is our trade, ha
  ha!                                 They are men of might, ha! ha!
                                      Fighting is their trade.
                                      Order comes to fight, ha! ha!
                                      Order is obey'd!
                                      Order comes to fight!
  Ha, Ha!
                                      Order is obey'd!
  Fighting                            Fighting
  is.  Yes, yes, yes,                 is
  Fighting is our trade, ha           their
  Ha!                                 trade!

                             (Enter King Gama)

                                SONG (Gama)
                          "If you give me your Attention"

  Gama:        If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I
                    am:
               I'm a genuine philanthropist — all other kinds are
                    sham.
               Each little fault of temper and each social defect
               In my erring fellow-creatures, I endeavour to correct.
               To all their little weaknesses I open people's eyes;
               And little plans to snub the self-sufficient I devise;
               I love my fellow creatures — I do all the good I
  can—
               Yet ev'rybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
                    And I can't think why!

               To compliments inflated I've a withering reply;
               And vanity I always do my best to mortify;
               A charitable action I can skillfully dissect;
               And interested motives I'm delighted to detect;
               I know ev'rybody's income and what ev'rybody earns;
               And I carefully compare it with the income-tax
  returns;
               But to benefit humanity however much I plan,
               Yet ev'rybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
                    And I can't think why!

               I'm sure I'm no ascetic; I'm as pleasant as can be;
               You'll always find me ready with a crushing repartee,
               I've an irritating chuckle, I've a celebrated sneer,
               I've an entertaining snigger, I've a fascinating leer.
               To ev'rybody's prejudice I know a thing or two;
               I can tell a woman's age in half a minute — and I do.
               But although I try to make myself as pleasant as I
  can,
               Yet ev'rybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
                    And I can't think why!

  Chorus:           He can't think why!
                    He can't think why!

  (Enter Hildebrand, Hilarion, Cyril and Florian)

  Gama:        So this is Castle Hildebrand?  Well, well!
               Dame Rumour whispered that the place was grand;
               She told me that your taste was exquisite,
               Superb, unparalleled!

  Hildebnd:    (Gratified)            Oh, really, King!

  Gama:        But she's a liar!  Why, how old you've grown!
               Is this Hilarion?  Why, you've changed too—
               You were a singularly handsome child!
  (To Florian)      Are you a courtier?  Come, then ply your trade,
               Tell me some lies.  How do you like your King?
               Vile rumour says he's all but imbecile.
               Now, that's not true?

  Florian:                            My lord, we love our King.
               His wise remarks are valued by his court
               As precious stones.

  Gama:                               And for the self-same cause.
               Like precious stones, his sensible remarks
               Derive their value from their scarcity!
               Come now, be honest, tell the truth for once!
               Tell it of me.  Come, come, I'll harm you not.
               This leg is crooked — this foot is ill-designed—
               This shoulder wears a hump!  Come, out with it!
               Look, here's my face!  Now, am I not the worst
               Of Nature's blunders?

  Cyril:                              Nature never errs.
               To those who know the workings of your mind,
               Your face and figure, sir, suggest a book
               Appropriately bound.

  Gama: (Enraged)                     Why, harkye, sir,
               How dare you bandy words with me?

  Cyril:                                          No need
               To bandy aught that appertains to you.

  Gama: (Furiously)  Do you permit this, King?

  Hildebd:                            We are in doubt
               Whether to treat you as an honoured guest
               Or as a traitor knave who plights his word
               And breaks it.

  Gama: (Quickly)               If the casting vote's with me,
               I give it for the former!

  Hildebd:                            We shall see.
               By the terms of our contract, signed and sealed,
               You're bound to bring the Princess here to-day:
               Why is she not with you?

  Gama:                                     Answer me this:
               What think you of a wealthy purse-proud man,
               Who, when he calls upon a starving friend,
               Pulls out his gold and flourishes his notes,
               And flashes diamonds in the pauper's eyes?
               What name have you for such an one?

  Hildebd:                                        A snob.

  Gama:        Just so.  The girl has beauty, virtue, wit,
               Grace, humour, wisdom, charity and pluck.
               Would it be kindly, think you, to parade
               These brilliant qualities before your eyes?
               Oh no, King Hildebrand, I am no snob!

  Hildebd: (Furiously)  Stop that tongue,
               Or you shall lose the monkey head that holds it!

  Gama:        Bravo!  Your King deprives me of my head,
               That he and I may meet on equal terms!

  Hildebd:     Where is she now?  (Threatening)

  Gama:                                     In Castle Adamant,
               One of my many country houses.  There
               She rules a woman's University,
               With full a hundred girls, who learn of her.

  Cyril:       A hundred girls!  A hundred ecstasies!

  Gama:        But no mere girls, my good young gentleman;
               With all the college learning that you boast,
               The youngest there will prove a match for you.

  Cyril:       With all my heart, if she's the prettiest!
  (To Florian)  Fancy, a hundred matches — all alight!—
               That's if I strike them as I hope to do!

  Gama:        Despair your hope; their hearts are dead to men.
               He who desires to gain their favour must
               Be qualified to strike their teeming brains,
               And not their hearts.  They're safety matches, sir,
               And they light only on the knowledge box—
               So you've no chance!

  Florian:     And there are no males whatever in those walls?

  Gama:        None, gentlemen, excepting letter mails—
               And they are driven (as males often are
               In other large communities) by women.
               Why, bless my heart, she's so particular
               She'll hardly suffer Dr. Watts's hymns—
               And all the animals she owns are "hers"!
               The ladies rise at cockcrow every morn—

  Cyril:       Ah, then they have male poultry?

  Gama:                                           Not at all,
  (Confidentially)        The crowing's done by an accomplished hen!

                                   FINALE
               (Gama, Hildebrand, Cyril, Hilarion, Florian
                       and Chorus of Girls and Men)

                            DUET (Gama and Hildebrand)
                         "P'raps if you Address the Lady"

  Gama:             P'raps if you address the lady
                          Most politely, most politely—
                    Flatter and impress the lady,
                          Most politely, most politely,—
                    Humbly beg and humbly sue—
                    She may deign to look on you,
                    But your doing you must do
                          Most politely, most politely, most
  politely!

  All:              Humbly beg and humbly sue,
                          She may deign to look on you,
                    But your doing you must do
                          Most politely, most politely, most
  politely!

  Hildebd:          Go you and inform the lady,
                          Most politely, most politely,
                    If she don't, we'll storm the lady
                          Most politely, most politely!

  (To Gama)         You'll remain as hostage here;
                    Should Hillarion disappear,
                    We will hang you, never fear,
                          Most politely, most politely, most
  politely!

  All:              He'll [I'll] [You'll] remain as hostage here.
                    Should Hilarion disappear,
                    They [We] will hang me [you] never fear,
                          Most politely, most politely, most
  politely!

  (Gama, Arac, Guron and Scynthius are marched off in custody,
               Hildebrand following)

                              RECITATIVE — Hilarion

                    Come, Cyril, Florian, our course is plain,
                          To-morrow morn fair Ida we'll engage;
                    But we will use no force her love to gain,
                          Nature, nature has arm'd us for the war we
                                wage!

                       TRIO — Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian

  Hilarion:                     Expressive glances
                                Shall be our lances,
                                      And pops of Sillery
                                      Our light artillery.
                                We'll storm their bowers
                                With scented showers
                                Of fairest flowers
                                      That we can buy!

  Chorus:                                   Oh, dainty triolet!
                                            Oh, fragrant violet!
                                            Oh, gentle heigho-let!
                                                  (Or little sigh).
                                On sweet urbanity,
                                Through mere inanity,
                                To touch their vanity
                                      We will rely!

  Cyril:                        When day is fading,
                                With serenading
                                      And such frivolity
                                      We'll prove our quality.
                                A sweet profusion
                                Of soft allusion
                                This bold intrusion
                                      Shall justify,
                                This bold intrusion
                                      Shall justify.

  Chorus:                                   Oh, dainty triolet!
                                            Oh, fragrant violet!
                                            Oh, gentle heigho-let!
                                                  (Or little sigh).
                                On sweet urbanity,
                                Through mere inanity,
                                To touch their vanity
                                      We will rely!

  Florian:                      We'll charm their senses
                                With verbal fences,
                                      With ballads amatory
                                      And declamatory.
                                Little heeding
                                Their pretty pleading,
                                Our love exceeding
                                      We'll justify!
                                Our love exceeding
                                      We'll justify!

  Chorus:                                   Oh, dainty triolet!
                                            Oh, fragrant violet!
                                            Oh, gentle heigho-let!
                                                  (Or little sigh).
                                On sweet urbanity,
                                Through mere inanity,
                                To touch their vanity
                                      We will rely!

  Sops:        Oh dainty                    Altos, Tenors, and
  Basses:
               triolet! Oh fragrant                     Oh
               violet! Oh                               dain-
               gentle                                   ty
               heigh-o-let! (Or                         tri-
               little                                   o-
               sigh).                                   let!

  Hilarion & Cyril:
               Oh dainty                    Chorus:
               triolet! Oh fragrant               Oh
               violet (Add Florian) Oh            fra-
               gentle                             grant
               heigh-o-let! (Or                   vi-
               little                             o-
               sigh).                             let!

  Sops & Altos:                             Tenors & Basses:
               Oh dainty                          Oh dainty
               triolet! Oh                        tri-
               fragrant                           o-
               violet                             let!

  All:         Oh dainty triolet!
               Oh fragrant violet!

  (Re-enter Gama, Arac, Guron, and Scynthius heavily ironed, followed
               by Hildebrand)

                                    RECITATIVE

  Gama:        Must we, till then, in prison cell be thrust?

  Hildebd:                                              You must!

  Gama:        This seems unnecessarily severe!
  Arac, Guron
  & Scyn:      Hear, hear!

                         TRIO - Arac, Guron and Scynthius

                                For a month to dwell
                                In a dungeon cell:
                                      Growing thin and wizen
                                      In a solitary prison,
                                Is a poor look out
                                For a soldier stout,
                                      Who is longing for the rattle
                                      Of a complicated battle—
                                For the rum - tum  - tum
                                Of the military drum
                                      And the guns that go boom!
  boom!

  All:              The rum — tum — tum
                    Of the military drum,
                    Rum — tum — tum — tummy tummy tummy tummy tum
                    Who is longing for the rattle of a complicated
                          battle—
                    For the rum tum tum
                    Of the military drum!
                    Prr, prr, prr, ra — pum — pum!

  Hildebd:                When Hilarion's bride
                          Has at length complied
                                With the just conditions
                                Of our requisitions,
                          You may go in haste
                          And indulge your taste
                                For the fascinating rattle
                                Of a complicated battle—
                          For the rum - tum - tum,
                          Of the military drum,
                                And the guns that go boom! boom!

  All:              The rum — tum — tum
                    Of the military drum,
                    Rum — tum — tum — tummy tummy tummy tummy tum!
                          Who is longing for the rattle
                          Of a complicated battle
                    For the rum — tum — tum
                    Of the military drum!
                          Tum, prr — prr — prr ra — pum, pum!

               But til that time you'll [we'll] here remain,
               And bail we [they] will not entertain,
               Should she our [his] mandate disobey,
               Your [Our] lives the penalty will pay!
               But till that time you'll [we'll] here remain,
               And bail we [they] will not entertain.
               Should she our [his] mandate disobey,
               Your [Our] lives the penalty will pay!
               Should she our [his] mandate disobey,
               Your [Our] lives the penalty will pay!

                              (Gama, Arac, Guron, and Synthius are
  marched off.)

                                   END OF ACT I