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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！〃
Plea