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                                QUARTET

Nek.:          Then I may sing and play?

Lord D.:                                You may!

Kal.:          Then I may laugh and shout?

Gold.:                                  No doubt!.

Nek.:          These maxims you endorse?

Lord D.:                                Of course!

Kal.:          You won't exclaim "Oh fie!"

Gold.:                                  Not I!

Gold:          Whatever you are--be that:
                    Whatever you say--be true:
                              Straightforwardly act--
                         Be honest--in fact,
                    Be nobody else but you.

Lord D.:       Give every answer pat--
                    Your character true unfurl;
                         And when it is ripe,
                         You'll then be a type 
                    Of a capital English girl.

All.:          Oh sweet surprise--oh, dear delight,
               To find it undisputed quite,
               All musty, fusty rules despite
               That Art is wrong and Nature right!

Nek.:          When happy I,
                    With laughter glad
                         I'll wake the echoes fairly,
               And only sigh
                    When I am sad--
                         And that will be but rarely!

Kal.:          I'll row and fish,
                    And gallop, soon--
                         No longer be a prim one--
               And when I wish
                    To hum a tune,
                         It needn't be a hymn one?

Gold and Lord D.: No, no!
               It needn't be a hymn one!

All (dancing): Oh, sweet surprise and dear delight
               To find it undisputed quite--
               All musty, fusty rules despite--
               That Art is wrong and Nature right!

                                                      (Dance, and off)
                       (Enter Lady Sophy)

                       RECITATIVE -- Lady Sophy.

          Oh, would some demon power the gift impart
          To quell my over-conscientious heart--
          Unspeak the oaths that never had been spoken,
          And break the vows that never should be broken!

                       SONG -- Lady Sophy

          When but a maid of fifteen year,
               Unsought--unplighted--
          Short petticoated--and, I fear,
               Still shorter-sighted--
          I made a vow, one early spring,
          That only to some spotless King
          Who proof of blameless life could bring
               I'd be united.
          For I had read, not long before,
          Of blameless kings in fairy lore,
          And thought the race still flourished here--
               Well, well--
             I was a maid of fifteen year!

(The King enters and overhears this verse)

          Each morning I pursued my game
               (An early riser);
          For spotless monarchs I became
               An advertiser:
          But all in vain I searched each land,
          So, kingless, to my native strand
          Returned, a little older, and
               A good deal wiser!

          I learnt that spotless King and Prince
          Have disappeared some ages since--
          Even Paramount's angelic grace--
                    Ah me!--
          Is but a mask on Nature's face!
(King comes forward)

King:     Ah, Lady Sophy--then you love me!
               For so you sing--

Lady S.: (Indignant and surprise. Producing "Palace Peeper")
               No, by the stars that shine above me,
                    Degraded King!
          For while these rumours, through the city bruited,
          Remain uncontradicted, unrefuted,
          The object thou of my aversion rooted,
                    Repulsive thing!

King:     Be just--the time is now at hand
               When truth may published be.
          These paragraphs were written and
               Contributed by me!

Lady S.: By you?  No, no!

King:                         Yes, yes. I swear, by me!
          I, caught in Scaphio's ruthless toil,
               Contributed the lot!

Lady S.:  That that is why you did not boil
               The author on the spot!

King:     And that is why I did not boil
               The author on the spot!

Lady S.:  I couldn't think why you did not boil!

King:     But I know why I did not boil
               The author on the spot!

                  DUET -- Lady Sophy and King

Lady S.:  Oh, the rapture unrestrained
               Of a candid retractation!
          For my sovereign has deigned
               A convincing explanation--
          And the clouds that gathered o'er
               All have vanished in the distance,
          And the Kings of fairy lore
               One, at least, is in existence!
	
King:     Oh, the skies are blue above,
               And the earth is red and rosal,
          Now the lady of my love
               Has accepted my proposal!
          For that asinorum pons
               I have crossed without assistance,
          And of prudish paragons
               One, at least, is in existence!

(King and Lady Sophy dance gracefully.  While this is going on Lord
     Dramaleigh enters unobserved with Nekaya and Capt. Fitzbattleaxe.  The
     two girls direct Zara's attention to the King and Lady Sophy, who
     are still dancing affectionately together.  At this point the
     King kisses Lady Sophy, which causes the Princesses to make an
     exclamation.  The King and Lady Sophy are at first much confused at
     being detected, but eventually throw off all reserve, and the
     four couples break into a wild Tarantella, and at the end exeunt
     severally.)

Enter all the male Chorus, in great excitement, for various entrances,
     led by Scaphio, Phantis, and Tarara, and followed by the female
     Chorus.