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a (SranO Spectacle anO 5aomanttt JFatrs Srama, 
 
 IN FOUR ACTS & SIXTEEN TABLEAUX. 
 
 WRITTEN AND AERANQED EXPRESSLY FOE 
 
 NIBLO'S GAEDEN, NEW YOBK, 1872. 
 
 Entered according to Act of Congress j hy Jarrett & Palmer, 
 of Niblo's Garden, New York, September , 1872. 
 
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 PLUTUS {God of Marmmn) 
 
 ELECTRA {Ariel a-la-mode) 
 
 SATANELLA {the Beautiful Fiend) 
 SNOWFLAKE {the Guardian Spirit) ... 
 PRINCE LEO {a Hero of Bomance) 
 THE ASTRONOMER-ROYAL 
 
 THE POET LAUREATE 
 
 THE GRAND HEREDITARY MUDDLE 
 
 PRINCESS LOTOS-LEAF 
 
 BABETTE {Daughter of Huherlu) 
 
 FlDEhlO {the pet Page of Leo) 
 
 HUBERLU {retired Sorcerer) ... 
 
 GOBO {Groom to Leo) 
 
 /KING JEWEL {a precious Potentate) ... 
 QUEEN JEWEL (a very large Stone) 
 DULCET {the Jewel Herald) 
 
 Suzanne, Mar got, Berthe, Marotte, Jacqueline {Sisters to Bahette) ; 
 Puffy Opera Box, Cascadette, Carte d' Or, Les Courses {Spirits) ; 
 Aurororce of the North, Bullion Fiends, Infernal Small Change, 
 Huntsmen, Boyal Bicyclist Grooms, Jewel Cruards, Jeioel Courtiers 
 
 and Ijadies, 
 
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OVERTURE. 
 
 ACT L 
 
 Scene First {set). — The Halls of Mammon. 
 
 Plutus in Council^ surrounded by his Gold Fiends, 
 Sprites, c&c. ; picture to open Scene ; All bowed towards 
 the enthroned Plutus, and to break up on last bars of 
 CkortLS. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 1.] 
 
 Plutus. We greet ye, minions of Mammon ! On the 
 Five thousandth Annual Congress of our Ministers and People, 
 it is satisfactory to find that the world still worships the Calf 
 of Gold with undiminished fervor. (Imp presents scroll em- 
 blazoned in red) Yes — we see that to-day the potentates of 
 earth have presented their customary homage. Our worship 
 is more universal than ever. Even war ends now in a money 
 claim. Honour is salved by our ministration, and Mammon — 
 Mammon — Mammon — is men's one end and aim. 
 
 Imp. All hail, great Plutus! but may it please you, one 
 prince has failed this day to pay his homage. 
 
 Omnes. Ah! 
 
 Plutus. Who is the recreant? {looking down scroll) 
 
 Imp. Leo, Prince of Gaul. 
 
 Plutus. {furious) How now ! Is our power to fail through 
 the incapacity of our minions? Was not his education en- 
 trusted to cabinet-ministers devoted to our service ? 
 
 Imp. True, Plutus, the Astronomer-Royal, the Poet 
 Laureate, the Grand Hereditary Muddle, were deputed to 
 bring him up in your faith I 
 
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 Plutus. And they have failed ? 
 Imp. It would so seem. 
 
 Plutus. Let them be called ! Let the imbeciles be called ! 
 {Mime — a phrase of the opening chorus in orchestra only — 
 
 all the performers on the stage are to he moved here quickly 
 
 into entirely new picture) 
 
 Enter simultaneously ^ preceded by Sprites, r. u. e., the 
 Astronomer-Royal, the Laureate, and the Grand 
 Hereditary Muddle — they advance and bow ^o Plutus — 
 Music stops ^ with chord ff. 
 
 So miscreants, ye have failed in your duties ? 
 
 The Three. Alas ! {wig business)* 
 
 Plutus. Explain how it is I do not number your young 
 Prince among my vassals ? 
 
 AsTRON. We cannot tell. I have cast his horoscope so 
 subtly that nobody, including myself, could make it out ; and 
 yet it has thrown no light upon the subject. I have consulted 
 the stars — yes, even after dinner, in order to see a greater 
 number — and that too is profitless. I pass. 
 
 Plutus. And you, Hereditary Grand Muddle, diplomatist 
 and statesman, what have you done ? 
 
 Muddle. All. I have reared his youthful mind on Congress 
 reports. I have provided him Erie statistics to soothe his 
 leisure hours. I have given him the city records to imbue 
 him with a desire to become one of your votaries. In vain. 
 Mining shares, U.S. bonds, even the resumption of specie 
 payments next century, and a verbatim account of the Geneva 
 Arbitration have failed to interest my unhappy Prince. I 
 pass, {wig business) 
 
 Plutus. And you, O Poet Laureate, have your music and 
 verses failed to produce their effect ? 
 
 Laur. Wonderful to relate, they have. Cunningly did I 
 manoeuvre in your service, Plutus. 1 even got up a Jubilee, 
 and pretended it was for Art, when it was only for Mammon. 
 But it didn't pay, and the Prince did laugh me to scorn. I pass. 
 
 * The Hekeditaky Grand Muddle has a large fluffy white 
 wig, practicable, on scalp, and the Laukeate has a perfectly bare 
 scalp without hair at all. The business, through the piece, is, for 
 the Muddle in moments of vexation, to pull a handful of hair out 
 of his wig, and throw it on the stage. The Laureate carefully 
 picks up each lock, and on his next appearance, you find he has 
 put the lock on his own skull. This goes on regularly, till in the 
 last scene, the Grand Muddle has become perfectly bald, and the 
 Laureate has a fine white wig. Or it may be simplified by the 
 Laureate keeping all the locks till last act, and then appearing 
 in the wig. 
 
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Plutus. Imbeciles ! Idiots ! Incapables ! 
 
 The Threk. Your majesty appears to refer to me. 
 
 Plutus. Not even fit to be secretaries of state. What do 
 they merit ? {to his Court) 
 
 Omnes. Death ! [gong — the Three hneel) 
 
 Plutus. No ; under my reign I have a worse punishment 
 than that. Let them be made bankrupts ! 
 
 The Three. Spare us, great king ! 
 
 Plutus. On one condition. If I find that some occult 
 reason, unknown to men, has interfered with my schemes and 
 your obedience — {calling) Come hither, my faithful sprite, my 
 flashing fiend — Electra! {flash of lightning — a violin rush in 
 the orchestra terminating with chord tutti and cymbals) 
 
 Electra arises c. of stage by trap — the three Ministers rise. 
 
 Picture, 
 
 Elect. {saltUing with hands over head) Hail, master ! 
 
 Plutus. Prompt spirit, whither from ? 
 
 Elect. Everywhere. 
 
 Plutus. Your answer is precise. Know, Electra, that we 
 are in a difficulty ? We have been debating 
 
 Elect. Pardon, sire, I am posted. 
 
 Plutus. How ? 
 
 Elect. As the spirit of Telegraphy, I am cognisant of 
 everything, and perhaps you are not aware that a report of 
 this meeting is being wired to the " New York Herald." 
 
 Omnes. Ha ! Treachery ! 
 
 Plutus. No matter, useless to war with that paper. We 
 must submit, or they will send down Stanley. 
 
 Elect. You wish to know the power that disputes empire 
 with you in the mind of Prince Leo? 
 
 Plutus. Rightly conjectured. 
 
 Elect. Nothing more easy. 
 
 Plutus. {to three Ministers) Listen, idiots. You hear- 
 nothing more easy. 
 
 AsTRON. {desperately) Oh ! of course not, if you put it in 
 that way. I always knew the prince was fond of yachting. 
 
 Elect, {laughing) No, no ! Quite idi-yacht-ic ! 
 
 Muddle. Of course not — it was billiards. 
 
 Elect. Wrong again, {wig business) 
 
 Laur. Certainly he is wrong. The Prince's soul is wrapped 
 up in theatricals — ballet, {spins round and stops on one leg) 
 
 Elect. Nonsense ! 
 
 Plutus. And besides, incompetent minions, don't you 
 see that Mammon lurks in all these pursuits. No, not such is 
 my foe. What is it, Electra, that thus baffles my power ? 
 
 Elect. Listen! 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 2.] 
 
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Satanel. Sire, you called me. 
 
 Plutus. 1 did, oh, splendid liend. A horrid rumour breaks 
 our peace — a direful news is like lo thwart our power, and 
 bring thee, too, into contempt of mortals, {loith solemnity) 
 They do say, oh Satanella, that on earth a woman loves, and 
 purely ! 
 
 Satanel. Never! 
 
 Plutus. So said I, but they bring proof of their news. 
 
 Satanel. Fear not, sire. It cannot be. I reign over 
 boudoir and ball room, and I know it cannot be. 
 
 AsTRON. {aside) A woman's thoughts about women. 
 
 Muddle, {aside) And of course charitable. 
 
 {Music — during next speech the chorus of No, 2 is repeated 
 ppp, in orchestra as in a melodrame) 
 
 Satanel. True, there was an old legend that, when thy 
 power and mine, Plutus, were greatest, there should be 
 born a Princess, who in the midst of flattery and pride and 
 circumstance, should love purely and be loved in return by a 
 Prince as child-like as herself. And it was foretold that their 
 high ensample should revive the dead worship of true love, 
 and paralyse the power of Mammon. But i watched my 
 time. The Princess was born — but she was not reared in 
 palaces. I took her, and in the peasant's hut where I placed 
 her, little fear, Plutus, that the fabled Prince will ever track 
 her or find her. {music stops) 
 
 Plutus. Hername? 
 
 Satanel. Lotos-leaf. 
 
 Omnes. Ah I 
 
 Elect. Did I deceive you, master ? 
 
 Plutus. Then is the prophecy fulfilled. 
 
 Satanel. Fulfilled? 
 
 Plutus. Aye ! for the fabled Prince has tracked her and 
 has found her ! {chord and general exclamation) What is to be 
 done? Astronomony indicates nought. 
 
 AsTRON. Nothing! Correct, {first looJcing through theodo- 
 lite, up) 
 
 Plutus. Diplomacy is worse than useless. 
 
 Muddle. (hurnMy) It always has been, {wig business) 
 
 Plutus. And as for Poetry— pah ! 
 
 Laur. My own sentiments exactly. 
 
 Plutus. Therefore, {to Satanella) beautiful fiend, thine be 
 the task to corrupt the young Prince. This baneful thing, 
 this pure love, must be put a stop to promptly. 
 
 Satanel. It shall be done ! Behold my fascinations, my 
 reductions! {beckoning her nymphs) Essence of Paris, of 
 Berlin, of Vienna, epitomised for the use of youth. Here's 
 for my Prince — opera box, races ; for my Princess— the 
 
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 fashions, and the cosmetic ; for both, the delirium of wine and 
 revelry, {each in turn pirouettes and salaams) Reign undis- 
 turbed in thy royal despotism, Plutus, for money shall yet 
 rule Love ! 
 
 AsTRON. (aside) 1 shouldn't mind going in for a course of 
 temptation myself, {theodolites them) . 
 
 {Picture forms for Jinale, Plutus rising from throne)* 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 3.1 
 
 Scene Second.— {Cloth in lst)—Snowflake's Cool Grot, 
 
 Enter Snowflake. 
 
 Snow, {looking at her watch) Eight o'clock in the morning, 
 and my snow nymphs not returned from earth yet- This is 
 too ridiculous. That stupid old sun has got past his work. 
 Time was, that he exhaled all my snow-spirits up again to 
 their native skies, long before I had come down to breakfast. 
 {light pizzicato music pp , in orchestra) Ah! a la bonne heure! 
 
 The Snow-Spirits com£ vjhirling in n. and l.^ form picture , and 
 salute all very quickly. 
 
 Well, young people, better late than never; but let me tell 
 you, that all well-conducted Auroras of the North, Snowflakes, 
 and other young persons of the upper circles, are expected to 
 keep better hours ! 
 
 Omnp:s. Oh, but we've been so busy ! 
 
 Snow, {smiling) Indeed ! 
 
 1st Spirit. Yes, there has been a run on iced drinks lately. 
 
 2nd Spirit. I have been doing the cool in certain political 
 affairs. 
 
 3rd Spirit. I have been helping to get up a sham Wenham 
 Lake Ice Company, in London. 
 
 4th Spirit. And I have been cooling catawba-cup for 
 King Plutus. 
 
 Snow. Ah! what news from Mammon- Ville ? 
 
 4th Spirit. Oh ! a terrible fuss over some recreant Prince, 
 who has been rash enough to renounce allegiance to King 
 Plutus, and fall in love. 
 
 Omnes. Ha, ha! the idea! 
 
 Snow. I can well understand, his Majesty doesn't relish that 
 much. 
 
 4th Spirit, Not at all : so Satanella 
 
 * For picture to close in, no dance, but a tableau expressive of 
 homage to King Plutus. 
 
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 morning when I w-as taking up the Prince's shaving-water, I 
 heard him say to his page Fidelio (I don't like pages. What 
 do princes want with pages? Why can't they be satisfied 
 with an attendant like me ?) I heard him say, " Fidelio," he 
 said with a sigh, {imitating) just like that — " Fidelio, I love a 
 peasant girl. *^ Who is she ? " says the page — like his impu- 
 dence. " I don't know," says the Prince, " but she lives at 
 the foot of the Sorcerer's Cliff." You might have knocked 
 me down with a feather, for that's where Babette lives, and 
 considering that Babette is engaged to me, you can fancy 
 what my feelings must be. I upset the hot water over the 
 page, and haven't been myself since; no more has he. Let 
 me reflect ! (business) If I could only see some of the girls. 
 (Babette and Sisters, offy sing together a *'Tralala" 
 refrain^ lohich they keep up till they are on) 
 There they come from the wood ! Now to know the truth. 
 
 Enter, L., the Sisters, dancing and singing, except Babette. 
 
 Omnes. here's a man ! 
 
 {they go furiously embracing GoBO — business) 
 
 Enter Babette, running, Ij,— she pulls them away. 
 
 Babet. Respect private property, will you ? 
 
 Omnes. Oh, selfish thing. 
 
 Babet. My Gobo ! 
 
 GoBO. My Babette ! {they embrace) Then you are faithful 
 still? 
 
 Babet. What do you mean? 
 
 GoBO. You wouldn't go flirting with princes, would you, eh ? 
 
 Babet. Like a shot! 
 
 Omnes. {clapping) So would I ! 
 
 Gobo. Despair. Let me reflect, {business) 
 
 Babet. But there aren't any princes to flirt with. (Jiornsoff) 
 
 Gobo. {groaning) He's coming, that's clear, 
 
 Babet. Who? 
 
 Gobo. Mv master ; Prince Leo. 
 
 Omnes. how nice ! 
 
 Gobo. {piteously) Oh, is it, though! When a poor fellow 
 like me sets his youthful affections on you, and then a Prince 
 comes along, and says, *' I like your girl ; I guess I'll spark 
 her myself." 
 
 Babet. Did he say that ? 
 
 Gobo. He did. Iniquitous — wasn't it ? 
 
 Babet. Well, it may be iniquitous, and it may not ; but my 
 mind's made up ; don't seek to disturb the maiden's mind that's 
 made up. I'll go for the Prince myself. 
 
 Omnes. And so will 1 1 
 
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 GoBO. Ah, you wouldn't feel easy with him, 1 tell you. 
 He's accustomed to silks and satins, and high-heeled boots, 
 and chignons and waterfalls, and other luxuries. 
 
 Babet. Oh, these come naturally, don't they, girls ? 
 
 Omnes. Certainly ! 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 5.] 
 
 {during refrain the GiRLS walk mincingly round GoBO, who 
 stands, C, horror-struck) 
 
 GOBO. Well, I am ashamed of you. I don't believe poor 
 little Lotos-Leaf would behave so, homeless wanderer though 
 she is. And by-the-bye, where is she ? 
 
 Babet. Where she should be — doing our work. 
 
 Omnes. Ha, ha, ha! 
 
 Babet. Yes, she's cutting faggots in the wood, and we girls 
 go and gather flowers, which is less trouble. 
 
 GoBO. It's no affair of mine, so long as you are true to one 
 who — {horns off) dear, dear ! the Prince is coming ! 
 
 Omnes. Is he! How is my back hair? {duett for cornets — 
 hunting refrain kept up till all are on) 
 
 Enter Huntsmen, Astronomer-Royal, Grand Muddle and 
 Laureate, rapidly, r. — then Prince Leo followed by 
 FiDELio, to whom he hands gun—follow immediately next 
 number. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 6.] 
 
 Leo. Ah, Gobo, straggler: we thought we had lost you. 
 What sport — how many head of game ? 
 
 GoBO. The royal hunt has not been unproductive, {lets cat 
 out of bag) Behold ! (All laugh) 
 
 Leo. But, my lords and friends, it was not sport alone led 
 me here to-day. Guess, my counsellors, what it was ? 
 
 Astron. Let me consult the stars, {looks through theodolite — 
 Gobo quietly puts up drinking flask in front) Lunch. I see it 
 distinctly. 
 
 Muddle. To confer with me on politics. 
 
 Laur. To hear me recite my new poem, beginning : 
 " Of man's first disobedience, and the seed 
 
 Of that forbidden fruit, whose mortal taste " 
 
 Shall I continue ? 
 
 Omnes. {forcibly) No, no! 
 
 Leo. {laughing) Wrong — every one of you. {to Page) Tell 
 them, Fidelio, of our adventure the other day and its result. 
 
 Fidel, {after bowing) A week ago, the Prince, attended by 
 myself, rode through a solitary bridle-path in yonder forest 
 
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 On a sudden he stopped, and on following his glance, we saw 
 a young woman 
 
 Leo. An angel, {clasping hands) 
 
 Fidel, {hurt) Your pardon, prince, a young woman. 
 
 Leo. No, a spirit, not of this earth. 
 
 Fidel. Well, but angels don't carry faggots. 
 
 Leo. On this occasion one did. 
 
 Fidel. She was not very short, {all the sisters get on tiptoe) 
 nor yet very tall {they all cower down) She had a very pretty 
 smile, {they all grin diabolically) and in fact was a very nice- 
 looking girl. 
 
 The Sisters, {coughing conceitedly) H'm ! 
 
 Leo. Profanity ! Let me finish. She was a perfect being, 
 an epitome of sweet perfection, and in a word — I love her ! 
 
 Omnes. Ah ! 
 
 AsTRON. {aside to Laureate) That is our secret enemy. 
 
 GoBO. {aside) My brain is in a whirl, let me reflect, (business) 
 
 Babet. {aside) I do remember being in the woods about 
 then. 
 
 Muddle. Permit me, my gracious Prince, did you confide 
 the fact of your sudden impression to the damsel — the — the — 
 in fact the faggot-gathering angel ? 
 
 Leo. No ; {sadly) she vanished. I saw her no more. 
 
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 Muddle. v {delighted) Hurrah ! 
 
 ASTRON. ) 
 
 Leo. What? 
 
 AsTRON. She had returned to her native skies. Hence our 
 
 joy- 
 
 Leo. Native fiddlesticks. I am certain she lives in this 
 
 neighbourhood, and as there are not many houses, why 
 
 Babet. {curtseying) There is only ours, please your 
 mightiness. 
 
 Leo. Ha ! A pretty girl. 
 
 GoBO. {wildly) No, no. Never ! 
 
 Babet. Get along with you, sir. {to Gobo — turning him 
 behind her) 
 
 Leo. But not my angel. 
 
 {all the Sisters laugh ; Babette retires, huffed) 
 
 Gobo. No, she's not an angel. I told you you wouldn't do, 
 Babette. 
 
 Other Sisters, {curtseying) Please, your highness, we're 
 the other inhabitants; we're not very short, and we're not 
 very tall, we have a pretty smile, and we gather faggots, {the 
 Prince surveys them, and the Astronomer theodolites them — 
 business) 
 
 Leo. No, you are very nice girls, but not she I seek, {they 
 retire abashed) Are there no other girls about ? 
 
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 GrOBO. None, these sisters are the lot. They live in yonder 
 cottage. 
 Leo. Then must it have been a vision ? 
 Muddle. Of course — an apparition, {aside to others) It's all 
 right. 
 
 Leo. Therefore, gentlemen, to the hunt again ! 
 Omnes. Bravo! 
 
 Leo. {aside— advancing a pace) I will return alone. Doubt- 
 less the crowd has scared her. {aloud) Gobo, to your post ! 
 Fidelio, my gun, and now, to the forest I 
 
 {reprise of the chorus only of the hunting song, which is 
 repeated till all are off— the Prince and his following, R., 
 and Babette and Sisters into cottage by door) 
 
 As soon as all are off, enter Lotos-Leaf timidly, l., carrying a 
 large bundle of thorn sticks — she comes cautiously, c, and de- 
 posits her bundle. 
 
 Lotos. I thought I heard hunting horns— no one? So 
 much the better, because old Huberlu doesn't like visitors; 
 and when any come and annoy him, he expresses his sense of 
 injury by beating me. I don't quite understand anything 
 about it except the beating. That, I understand perfectly. 
 Then his daughters say I ought to gather their faggots for 
 them, and if I don't, they beat me too. They are a very 
 able-bodied family. I sometimes think, after being beaten by 
 Huberlu, because some one's toot-tooing on a horn in his 
 vicinity, and after being jointly and severally beaten by his 
 six daughters because I can't do all their work at once, I 
 sometimes think life is a little monotonous. But I like night — 
 for then I dream, oh ! such dreams — of handsome princes who 
 come and politely carry home my faggots for me, and then, 
 and then, I awake and find I am only poor little Lotos-Leaf 
 whom nobody owns ! 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 7.] 
 
 Enter Leo, r., on last bar — he starts on seeing her. 
 
 Leo. {aside) Oh ! my heart was right. 
 
 Lotos, {picking up sticks) Now, I'd better get in, or old 
 Huberlu will beat me. Ah, when will that handsome young 
 Prince I dream of come and help me to carry my faggots ? 
 
 Leo. {advancing and taking sticks) He is here ! {quickly) 
 Don't scream. 
 
 Lotos. Please, sir, I wasn't going to. 
 
 Leo. {putting faggots off at wing) Quite self-possessed. 
 {returning) So you are not very surprised, eh ? 
 
 Lotos. No ; I have been dreaming about you some time. 
 
 Leo. And do dreams always come true ? 
 
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 Lotos. If you remember them. 
 
 Leo. And you didn't forget me then ? 
 
 Lotos. Oh, no ! 
 
 [TAKE IN NO. 8.] 
 
 Leo. Do you think you could care for me ? 
 
 Lotos. If you didn't beat me much. 
 
 Leo. Beat you ! 
 
 Lotos. I shouldn't mind it now and then, of course. 
 
 Leo. My dear ! by the way, what's your name ? 
 
 Lotos. Lotos-Leaf. 
 
 Leo, Well, my dear Lotos-Leaf, to cut matters short, I am 
 awfully infatuated with you, and I want to marry you. 
 
 Lotos. Then why don't you ? 
 
 Leo. {delighted) Why don't I ? Now, there's charming 
 simplicity for you ! But you dear little rustic, you, I must 
 ask your pa and your ma. 
 
 Lotos. Haven't got any pa or ma to speak of. 
 
 Leo. What about old what's-his-name ? 
 
 Lotos. Huberlu? 
 
 Leo. Exactly. Tooraloo. 
 
 Lotos. Oh ! he's not my father. He's a very wicked old 
 sorcerer. 
 
 Leo. Then, the sooner you're away the better. Come I be 
 my princess, and we will be married at once. Your trousseau 
 will be ordered this day, and we'll spend our honeymoon at 
 the court of my friend the Jewel King. What do you say ? 
 
 Lotos. Oh, I am too happy to say anything I 
 
 Leo. Then let us sing it I 
 
 Enter Fidelio quickly, R. 
 
 Fidel. We await your highness ! {aside) The angel of the 
 faggots ! 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 8J.] 
 
 Eoceunt r., Leo, Lotos-Leaf, and Fwelio— stage dark— 
 thunder and lightning. 
 
 Enter Huberlu in his sorcerer'* s disguise, L. — he comes on 
 
 frailly, 
 
 Huber. Aye — aye — aye — Age is beginning to tell on me. 
 So I said to myself this morning, don't forget you were a 
 sorcerer in your time, and know charms and specifics against 
 old age. And I've been into the ravine, and have got some 
 simples — a nice toad, and a newt, and a spotted snake, and 
 other condiments— and I'll brew 
 
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 Enter Satanella, suddenly, R. 
 
 Satanel. You're an old fool, and no conjuror. 
 
 HuBER. {awed) Hail, Satanella ! 
 
 Satanel. When twenty years ago, you said you wished to 
 retire from our active service, and marry and perpetuate your 
 imbecile race, we granted your request. 
 
 HuBER. You did, Queen. 
 
 Satanel. But we told you that we might require your 
 services again. So 1 brought you a child of Fate — Lotos - 
 Leaf— and charged you by all that could awe you or control 
 you, to watch over her safety, that never more should she 
 leave the forest. 
 
 HuBER. You did. 
 
 Satanel. And how have you discharged your trust ? 
 
 HuBER. You shall see. {calling) Lotos-Leaf, Lotos-Leaf! 
 {pause) Hither, you baggage, will you! Lotos -Leaf! 
 
 Satanel. You may spare your lungs. She is gone. 
 
 HuBER. Gone? 
 
 Satanel. Yes, with Prince Leo, — predestined to win her, 
 and yet who would not — had I but chosen tools sharper 
 than thee. 
 
 HuBER. What shall I do, great Satanella ? 
 
 Satanel. Find her. 
 
 HuBER. In this attire ? 
 
 Satanel. {touching him with her wand) No ; you must seek 
 her in palaces ; be thyself a King. (Huberlu's disguise goes, 
 and he comes out as a grey-heard King, Lights up) Be thine 
 the task to separate Leo and Lotos-Leaf. So long as they 
 are together 1 am powerless, and must call in mortal aid. 
 Once separated, I will take care they shall never meet more. 
 
 Huber. But my travelling state, my retinue ? 
 
 Satanel. True. You have daughters ? 
 
 Huber. Six. 
 
 Satanel. Call them. 
 
 Huber. Babette, Marotte, Berthe, Jacqueline ; Ho ! all of 
 you. 
 
 {the six little windows open simultaneously, and the six 
 Sisters put out ilieir heads, still adorned with their 
 peasants'* caps) 
 
 Satanel. {waving her wand) Change ! {all the six caps dis- 
 appear, giving place to hoys' wigs) 
 
 Sisters. Oh, oh ! 
 
 {they shut windows simultaneously — put on pages^ caps, and 
 immediately troop out of door, and form in semi-circle 
 round Huberlu, as pages) 
 
 Huber. My daughters ! 
 
 Satanel. Your pages henceforth. 
 
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 Babet. What will Gobo say ! 
 
 HuBER. But where are the Prince and Princess gone? 
 {during preceding speeches^ Electra has been worked up 
 trapf C, and appears behind, just in time to take up cm) 
 
 Elect. To the Court of the Jewel King. 
 Satanel. Then follow, and find them. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 9.] 
 
 Exeunt Satanella, r.— Huberlu and Pages, l. and 
 Electra by trap, all together, — change. 
 
 Scene Fourth. — Set of all; Palace of the Jewel King ; throne 
 and side chairs, L. 2 E. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 9J.] 
 
 March— Enter the Jewel Court, Guards, &c.; lastly, the 
 Queen of Jewels — she seats herself on throne — march stops. 
 
 Queen. My faithful subjects ! to-day, the anniversary of 
 my wedding with the King of Jewels, is again arrived. He is 
 at present out, but will not fail to be of our merriment, {horns 
 of) Ha! What is that? Strangers?* 
 
 Enter Dulcet, r. u. e. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 10.] 
 
 Enter Leo during Chorus, conducting Lotos-Leaf, and 
 followed by Fidelio and Gobo, and the three Ministers— 
 Chorus stops as they arrive opposite throne. 
 
 Leo. Most gracious Queen, let me present to you my bride, 
 the Princess Lotos-Leaf. 
 
 Queen, {rising and embracing Lotos-Leaf) Fair Princess ! 
 I haVe read about your remarkable history in the papers. Be 
 happy ! 
 
 Lotos. Madam, you overwhelm me ! 
 
 Queen. My husband is out driving somewhere, but I expect 
 him every minute. 
 
 Leo. No excuses, I beg ; you of yourself are quite enough. 
 
 * The opening recitative of next number is to be sung all out of 
 tune and time by a grotesque herald of the Jewel Court. At the con- 
 clusion, bouquets are to be thrown to him from four entrances (off), 
 amid cries of ** Encore .' " He collects bouquets, bows profoundly, 
 and begins recitative again ; breaks down, and rushes off. The 
 orchestra then pass straight to full chorus, and entrance of 
 Prince Leo. 
 
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 GoBO. (aside) I should think she was. 
 
 AsTRON, (aside, to Laureate) If Satanella means to do any- 
 thing she'd better be quick about it. 
 
 Muddle, (aside) This will bring down my grey hairs in 
 sorrow, (wig business) 
 
 Laur. (picking it up) Sufficient for the day is the peruke 
 thereof, (trumpet call off) 
 
 Omnes. Hal 
 
 Enter Dulcet, announcing. 
 
 Dulcet. The King of the Source of the Nile and suite. 
 Queen. Admit him. Exit Courtier. 
 
 Source of the Nile ! 
 Leo. \ 
 
 AsTRON ( ^^^^^^ 0^ ^^® Nile! (separately, in different tones 
 J ' ( expressing perplexity) 
 
 Muddle, j 
 
 Omnes. (together) This is mysterious. 
 
 Enter, rapidly, r.u.e., Huberlu as King, followed by his six 
 daughters as pages; they advance, c, and salaam to Queen 
 together ; Leo and Lotos at Jewel Queen's side. 
 
 HuBER. Being in your vicinity, great Queen, it was my 
 duty and my pleasure, as a brother potentate, to present 
 myself before you. 
 Queen. I am delighted to see you. 
 
 HuBER. (aside) They are here, (aloud) Of course my 
 name and title are well known to you ? 
 Queen. 
 Leo. 
 
 GoBO. I Certainly! (exactly in same tones as ^^ Source 
 
 Astron. ( of the Nile'') 
 
 Laur. 
 Muddle. 
 Omnes. Oh, certainly ! 
 
 HUKBR. (to Leo) Prince, I knew your father, and let me 
 congratulate his son on such a beautiful bride. 
 Lotos, (curtseying) Oh, sire. 
 
 Leo. Shall we promenade ? (aside) Don't like the look of 
 that fellow! 
 
 (gives arm ^o:^-Lotos-Leaf — they go slowly up stage — 
 business — the Queen waves Fidelio to her, he goes 
 unwillingly — she takes his arm — they go up — meanwhile 
 GoBO has been eyeing Babette with evident astonishment 
 — the Pages now go up arm-in-arm, two by two, Babette 
 last — as she is passing GoBO he arrests her attention) 
 
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 GoBO. Eh! — what— never— Bab 
 
 Babet. Fellow! 
 
 GoBO. I beg your pardon. 
 
 Babet. Ha, ha, ha! {goes up) 
 
 GOEO. {scratching plume) Let me reflect, {goes up reflecting — 
 almost simultaneously Huberlu has crossed to three Ministers 
 and laid his finger on lip) 
 
 Huber. ] 
 
 ASTRON. ! „. ^ 
 
 Laur. f ^^^^ • 
 
 Muddle. J 
 
 Huber. The word ! 
 
 AsTRON. I will letter or halve it with you. 
 
 Huber. Sat— 
 
 AsTRON. An — 
 
 Laur. Ell— 
 
 Muddle. A! 
 
 (All vnnh simultaneously — slap right hand on closed mouth, 
 then clap hands together — turn round on left leg, crack 
 fingers and strike attitude) 
 
 Huber. 'Tis deeply sworn ! 
 
 Enter Dulcet, announcing^ R. u. e. 
 
 Dulcet. The Jewel King ! 
 
 Omnes. Ah ! {next number quick— picture for entrance) 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 11.] 
 
 Enter Jewel Guards — then Jewel Ejng on velocipede with 
 Outriders, &c. —gets down, embraces his Queen, and salutes 
 his Visitors— ^^e velocipede wheels off, all to the mmic of 
 chorus, and rapidly. 
 
 Omnes. Long live the Jewel King ! 
 
 King. Nonsense, nonsense, my good friends ; your senti- 
 ments do you more credit than your wisdom. How can a 
 potentate of my dimensions live long f {to Leo) And so you 
 are about to perpetrate matrimony, prince ? 
 
 Leo. This be my excuse, {pointing to Lotos-Leaf) 
 
 King. Avery charming one. {looking at Lotos-Leaf through 
 eye-glass) What do you weigh, my dear? 
 
 Lotos. I — I — really don't know, your majesty. 
 
 King. Ah ! that's a pity. I like a fine woman. My wife is a 
 fine woman. What do you think of her, Leo ? 
 
 Leo. Seldom have I seen so much beauty — all at once ! 
 
 King. Right. Eh, my poppet, {tries to kiss her and fails) 
 
 Queen, {confused) Don't, I am but a feeble woman, {to 
 Lotos-Leaf) Won't you come, my dear, and select your own 
 rooms, for you'll stay with us I hope some time. 
 
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 Lotos. With pleasure. 
 
 Goes up with Queen, followed hy Fidelio, and exit, L. u. E. 
 
 HuBER. (aside) Now for it. {pantomimic business for him and 
 three Ministers exactly as before) 
 
 Leo. {who has gone up and blown kisses off-— returning) Ah, 
 how graceful she looks as she disappears from sight. 
 
 King. That's one advantage my wife possesses over other 
 women — she never disappears from sight. 
 
 HuBER. She is indeed a splendid figure. 
 
 King. Sir, one figure couldn't express her. Ah ! when one 
 meets a woman like that, matrimony is a beautiful institu- 
 tion 
 
 GoBO. To keep clear of. 
 
 King. Eh? 
 
 Leo. Silence, Gobo ! 
 
 Babet. {forgetting herself) Oh you wretch! 
 
 GoBO. What! eh? Bab 
 
 Babet. {remembering) Fellow! 
 
 Gobo. I beg your pardon, sir. {scratching head) Let me 
 reflect. 
 
 Leo. My poet laureate has always tried to dissuade me 
 from love. 
 
 King. Has he? 
 
 Laur. {advancing) On the contrary— my verses recommend 
 to all lovers the example of the butterfly, which woos every 
 flower but is constant to none. 
 
 Leo. Isn't that a dreadful sentiment. 
 
 King. It's well the ladies are gone, {pokes Leo in ribs) 
 
 Laur. {producing micsic) I have a little song here on the 
 subject. 
 
 King, {tahingit) Ourself shall try it. 
 
 Omnes. Bravo! 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 12.] 
 
 {During the chorus, a dancing movement without stirring 
 from places) 
 
 Enter Dulcet, l. u. e. 
 
 Dulcet. May it please your Majesty, the guards of the 
 household await your Majesty's pleasure. 
 
 King. Let them enter. Exit Trumpeter, l. u. e. 
 
 {to Leo) a little parade I offer you. Will you be seated, 
 Prince, {to Huberlu) Brother, this way. 
 
 {they take their places at side.) 
 
 [GRAND BALLET.] 
 
 {Ballet over — Queen shrieks off, then rushes on, followed by 
 Fidelio — picture of astonishment — the Qtjeen faints, and 
 
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 is recovered by King — meamvliile^ Fidelio comes down, 
 C. front, and principals close round in semi-circular lines 
 for dialogue — all to he done simidtaneously, and rapidly) 
 
 Leo. What's wrong ? Speak ! Where is the Princess 
 Lotos-Leaf? 
 
 Fidel. Gone. 
 
 Omnes. Gone? 
 
 Leo. But where ? Speak — speak ! 
 
 Fidel. Alas, I know not. 
 
 Queen. She vanished from my side as if by magic, and 
 much I fear she is in the power of some wicked fairy. 
 
 HuBER. {aside) Satanella ! 
 
 Leo. If it be so, then I have a counter-charm. My god- 
 mother, Snowflake, promised at my baptism that she would 
 guard me against the Evil Eye, and against every spell. What 
 I never sought for myself, I now invoke for my lost love. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 13.] 
 
 The Fairy Snowflake appears on last bars — picture to receive 
 
 her. 
 
 Snow. Fear nothing, O Prince, for you will recover her 
 you love, although the arts of my rival, Satanella, will prevail 
 for the moment. Many dangers Lotos-Leaf will pass through, 
 ^ and many lands must you visit in your search ; but love on, 
 ^trust on, and you will conquer in the end. [a white Dove rises 
 from stage and wings up to flies) Lo ! the sign and emblem of 
 the first spell cast on her you love. Seek Lotos-Leaf in the 
 far kingdom of the birds ! 
 
 Electra has risen up through trap close to Huberlu. 
 
 Elect, {aside to Huberlu) To Japan ! where lies the way 
 to the bird land. They must be stopped there ! 
 
 King. Courage ! Prince, {aside — shaking his hand) I'll go 
 with you, but don't tell my wife ! 
 
 Leo. Lotos-Leaf! my Lotos-Leaf. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 14.] 
 
 {final picture on last movement of finale — Satanella 
 appears at back in dragon chariot with Lotos-Leaf 
 suppliant at her feet— hEO tries to go to her but is held 
 back by Huberlu awe? Pages — Electra, r., as Spirit of 
 Mischief— SNOWFLAKE, l. c. — the rest in groups pointing 
 to Satanella — curtain, slow) 
 
 END OF THE FIRST ACT. 
 
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 ©S^itatter^ in S^cuntu act 
 
 THE TYCOON {Huberlu) 
 
 HIS SIX PAGES {Bahette and Sisters) 
 LEO {travelling as Oriental Prince) 
 THE ASTRONOMER-ROYAL 
 
 THE POET LAUREATE 
 
 THE HEREDITARY GRAND MUDDLE 
 
 SATANELLA 
 
 SNOWFLAKE {in disguise mantle) 
 ELECTRA 
 
 FIDELIO 
 
 GOBO , 
 
 KLVG JEWEL 
 
 EMPEROR EAGLE 
 
 LOTOS-LEAF {as the Lone Dove) 
 
 Japanese Crowd — amongst whom four Bastinado Men and Palan- 
 quin Bearers. The Empire of Birds. Court of the Bird 
 
 Emperor. 
 
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ACT II. 
 
 Scene First. — The Fateful Cliffs of the Enchanted Valley^ 
 Japan. — lights down. 
 
 Mysterious Storm Music to raise curtain ; Stage discovered 
 empty ; rain and vnnd. Enter ^ rapidly^ to the music, under 
 umbrellas, R.U.E., the Astronomer, Laureate a/ic? Muddle ; 
 they bear carpet bags and other travelling gear. 
 
 Muddle, When Prince Leo announced his intention of 
 travelling to Japan, I did not anticipate that his Cabinet was 
 to accompany him ; much less that his ministers of state were 
 to act as agents in advance. Where are we ? 
 
 Astron. (theodoliti^ing) Can't say ; no stars visible — and if 
 there were they would be foreigners and I couldn't understand 
 them, {rain and wind) Ugh ! pleasant weather, [wig business) 
 
 Laur. I have just composed a poem on it. {producing paper 
 (md reading) 
 
 " The day is cold, and dark, and dreary, 
 
 It rains, and the wind is never weary ; 
 
 Yet the vine still clings to the mouldering wall — 
 
 Though at every gust the dead leaves fall." 
 
 And the day, my friends, is pretty considerably dark and 
 dreary. 
 
 iflie Astronomer and Muddle are much affected, and bury 
 their heads, r. and L., in handher chiefs) 
 Astron. ) ^.t • at ? 
 
 Muddle, f^^^^^'^' No more ! 
 
 Laur. {eagerly) Listen ! Next verse shows that something 
 must turn up. 
 
 {jneanwhile Electra has been worked quietly up trap 
 behind Laureate — she leans on his shoulder, and takes 
 up cue quickly) 
 
 Elect. My dear Laureate, something has turned up. 
 Omnes. Electra! {chord ff.) 
 Elect. So don't read any more of your verses. 
 Laur. {aside) Just my luck. 1 never get beyond the first 
 stanza. 
 
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 Elect. I bear great news. 
 
 Muddle. If you'd bear great coats, it would be to the 
 purpose. 
 
 AsTRON. The humidity is excessive. 
 
 Elect. You are right, {waving arm) Geni! a little less 
 rain, please, and reserve your darkness for your victims. 
 {lights up — ivind ceases) 
 
 The Three Ministers. That is much better. 
 
 Elect, {to Geni) Thanks, Geni. {to Ministers, bringing 
 them down) Gentlemen, your travels are over ! 
 
 The Three. Ojoy! Likewise, O rapture ! {sung) 
 
 Elect. You are surprised ? 
 
 Muddle. Hem ! O dear, no ! I always thought my diplo- 
 matic talents would bring the affair through. 
 
 Elect. Nonsense. The same power that directs all states- 
 manship has been your best help here. 
 
 Muddle. And that is ? 
 
 Elect. Chance ! 
 
 Muddle. I don't remember any statesman of that name. 
 
 Elect. Very likely not. But Chance has led you and the 
 Prince hither — to the dread valley of the Fateful Cliffs. Against 
 the life of Leo and Lotos-Leaf we are powerless ; neither 
 Satanella nor myself can work them that harm. But Chance 
 has led the Prince into an enchanter's land — one of our most 
 powerful geni — who has the charm of life and death. He 
 V^ will end this romantic Prince, and so cut the knot of your 
 r^i perplexities. Leo is doomed ! 
 
 AsTRON. So his horoscope said. I couldn't make out 
 exactly what it meant when I cast it, but I now see plainly 
 what it referred to. 
 
 Laur. {with emotion) Perhaps it would be a comfort for the 
 Prince to know that I will write an elegy on him. I have 
 lust thought of a little trifle beginning — " Not a drum was 
 heard, not a funeral note." 
 
 Elect. That'll do. 
 
 Laur. {bitterly) As usual ! 
 
 Elect. The Prince is at hand ! 
 
 AsTRON. Within a few minutes of us, his avant-couriers. 
 
 Elect. Then away! Lest you too be involved in his 
 destruction. 
 
 Muddle. by all means ; let's be off. 
 
 AsTRON. But whither ? 
 
 Elect. To the City of the Daimios. There Satanella 
 awaits intelligence. Huberlu also. You will rejoice them 
 greatly, and add to your own importance. 
 
 Muddle. I will prepare a state paper upon it. 
 
 Elect, {laughing) And give all the credit to the wrong 
 
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 people! Now farewell. I go to report progress to Plutus. 
 
 Trap music — Eleotra sinks— for a moment the three 
 Ministers stand perplexed by trap, when a terrific roll 
 of thunder makes them start — lightning, wind and rain, 
 and Storm Music as before — business of opening umbrellas 
 and comic eooit L. 2 E. — lights doion from Electra's exit — 
 the wind a>nd rain kept up softly all through scene till 
 end^ with occasional roll of distant thunder. 
 
 Enter R. 2 E. Snowflake disguised as old peasant with rough 
 pole, and apparently guiding on Leo, Fidelio, Gobo and 
 Jewe]. King, who enter all in strip fugitive dresses; 
 Orchestra goes straight on with symphony of next number. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 15.] 
 
 King. Well, Prince, if I had thought this love chase of 
 yours would have led us into such a place as this, I think I 
 would have stayed at home, {with emotion) Ah! my wife 
 should have been a law unto me. 
 
 Gobo. Law? Yes, the statutes at large! 
 
 Leo. Silence, knave] My dear King, we must be near 
 somewhere; besides our faithful ministers are sure to clear 
 the way for us. Are we on the trail ? 
 
 Fidel, {picking up paper) Yes, here is a MS. poem by the 
 Laureate. Shall I read it ? 
 
 Omnes. No, no ! 
 
 Leo. Ah, Lotos-Leaf, where art thou ? 
 
 Gobo. Ah, Babette ! 
 
 King, {to Leo, aside) Do you think our guide is all right, eh? 
 
 Leo. {aside to him) Y\\ see. {to Snowflake) Old man, we 
 have trusted you to guide us to the City of the Daimios, and 
 methinks this is a strange way to it. Where are we ? 
 
 Snow. In the enchanted valley of an evil Geni, whose thunders 
 even now threaten you ! 
 
 Gobo. Oh dear, oh dear ! I want to go home. 
 
 Leo. And you lead us into this peril ? 
 
 Snow, It was willed so by fate, {strain of duett, First Act) 
 You love this Princess, truly then ? 
 
 Leo. Ah ! 1 can love her memory even ; then how much 
 more her living, breathing self — if such there be ! 
 
 Snow, (c.) Then, fear nothing — for here, as in the deepest 
 pit of the nether world, love rules and reigns without a rival 
 power. Even here the Geni must bow before pure love. 
 
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 Omnes. Ah ! 
 
 Leo. That demon laughter — thy warning words — this 
 gloomy solitude, what means it all ? 
 Deep Voice, {off) Death ! 
 
 {Music increases — thunder and lightning — three distinct 
 crashes in orchestra — at the thirds a general exclamation 
 of horror — the cliffs fall forward — change — Music stops 
 suddenly) 
 
 Scene Second. — Market Place in the City of the Daimiosy 
 Japan — lights up. 
 
 White lime-lights on stage, which is discovered empty, except the 
 principals of end of last Scene, now in rich dresses; Leo 
 recognises Snowflake. 
 
 Leo. My kind fairy ! 
 
 Snow. Love on, hope on. 
 
 Leo. But where are we ? 
 
 Snow. In the City of the Daimios ; and see the populace 
 come, {symphony of next number pp. in orchestra) I must away. 
 Beware of false friends — and on to the Empire of the Birds. 
 Farewell ! * Exit, l. 1 e. 
 
 GoBO. 0, what a funny lot of people ! {looking off, r.) 
 
 Enter from upper entrances, R. and L., the Japanese Populace, 
 
 , singing next Chorus, during this they parade stage vnthfruit- 
 
 \^ baskets, fish, birds, feathers for sale, dc, and on final bars 
 
 ^ * group under umbrellas, and at stalls, &c., the principals 
 
 standing watching them, L. 1 E. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 16.] 
 
 Upon last bars of Chorus, enter in palanquin Huberlu as 
 Tycoon, surrounded by Babette and Sisters, as Japanese 
 Pages — they come, c. — Huberlu descends, and the palanquin 
 and bearers go up and remain in picture at back — all the 
 Japanese Populace prostrate themselves on stage as the 
 Tycoon descends, then rise and form new semi-circular 
 tableau — all this in the music — dialogue to proceed the moment 
 the music stops, 
 
 Huber. We, the Tycoon of Japan — {chord) cousin of the 
 moon-— {chord) and uncle of the sun — {chord) having heard that 
 strangers had dared to penetrate to our capital, demand of 
 them their designations, and their business. 
 
 Leo. Great luminary, I am Prince Leo of Gaul, travelling 
 
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 with these my friends and escort, in search of my lost bride, 
 the Princess Lotos-Leaf. 
 
 King. And I, King Jewel, have left my wife, to assist my 
 friend in finding his, 
 
 GoBO. And I, Gobo, seeing no prospect of ever getting back 
 to Babette, am also looking for an eligible girl. 
 
 Bab. {forgetting herself) Wretch! [hits him over the head loith 
 her fan) 
 
 Gobo. Oh ! {from that time looks astonished at Babette) 
 
 HuBER. Welcome, noble strangers ! And where may the 
 Princess be? 
 
 Leo. In the Empire of the Birds. 
 
 HuBER. Ah ! in the domains of the plumed Emperor, a 
 neighbouring potentate. Between ourselves rather a volatile 
 monarch — very flighty. 
 
 Leo. {uneasy) But you don't think eh ? 
 
 HuBER. No, no, no — 'Tis a long way from here. Prince, and 
 your retinue is small ! 
 
 King. Alas ! our poor Laureate {handkerchief) 
 
 Fidel. That dear Astronomer ! {handkerchief) 
 
 Gobo. My own Muddle ! {handkerchief) 
 
 Leo. Lost — devoted servants — {handkerchief) 
 
 HuBER. Dear me ! this is very sad. But we will try to make 
 it up to you. {aside) I must detain him for Satanella. {aloud) 
 You will stay with us a week or two. — You need repose — and 
 the way is perilous. 
 ^ Leo. Your luminary is indeed kind. 
 
 "^ ' Fidel, {aside to Leo) Remember Snowflake's advice — trust 
 no stranger. 
 
 Leo. {aside to him) Ha, I had forgotten! {aloud to Huberlu) 
 My faithful page reminds me that our duty points onward. 
 No, luminary, 1 must decline your hospitality. 
 
 Huber. {aside) Confusion I {aloud) At least you will eat 
 and drink with me? Lo, my palace! {pointing off, R.) Come, 
 all is prepared. 
 
 Gobo. Certainly — we accept ! 
 
 Leo. Silence, sirrah ! Luminary, I am at your service ! 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 17.] 
 
 On last bars the palanquin is brought down, but Huberlu 
 motions it away — they take it off, R. 2 E. — Huberlu gives 
 hand to Leo, the others form in twos, and the Royal 
 Procession goes off to music, R., except GoBO and 
 Babette, who remain looking at each other — business — 
 simultaneously the Populace /or77z and go off, L., singing 
 — stage clear for Gobo and Babette — they break up and 
 come C, front. 
 
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 GoBO. (aside) He reminds me amazingly of Babette. 
 
 Babet. (aside) There's that poor dear Gobo, and I mustn't 
 tell him ! 
 
 Gobo. (aside) Should like to embrace him for Babette. 
 
 Babet. (aside) for one good hug ! 
 
 Gobo. H'm! 
 
 BaBET. H'm I Why don't you go in with the rest ? 
 
 Gobo. Why don't you? 
 
 Babet. (pretending to sob) Because my love is far away ! 
 
 Gobo. (overcome) So is mine ! 
 
 Babet. Eating is out of the question. 
 
 Gobo. Sympathy is what / want. 
 
 Babet. Poor young man ! 
 
 Gobo. Dear boy ! (they embrace) 
 
 Babet. (aside) I feel better ! 
 
 Gobo. (aside) Now that's very odd. First of all T meet a 
 page in the Jewel Court, and I think it is Babette ; now I 
 come across a Jap, and, lo ! I think it is Babette again. Let 
 me reflect, (business) Can't make it out. (suddenly) Let's 
 sympathize again. 
 
 Babet. Come on ! (they embrace) And now luncheon. 
 
 Gobo. Well, I feel like eating now. 
 
 They exeunt, R. — Music in orchestra, " See the Conquering 
 Hero comes y 
 
 Enter abreast, L. u. E., arm in arm, and lifting legs pompously, 
 
 Laureate, Astronomer, and Muddle — they come down, 
 
 and music stops. 
 
 Astron. (theodolitizing) This is the place. From solar 
 observation, I perceive we are near Satanella and Huberlu. 
 
 Muddle. This time we can hold our own. What news for 
 her! (producing roll) Here is an abstract for the archives of 
 Plutus of our labours. I will read it her. 
 
 Laur. No you won't, (producing paper) On such occasions 
 the Muse of Poetry steps in. I have composed an epic of one 
 thousand three hundred cantos on the subject. Hem! I 
 begin thus — 
 
 Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell. 
 And Freedom shrieked when young Prince Leo fell — 
 At least she would have shrieked, had not the Laureate 
 Remarked there wasn't anything to be sorry at. 
 Shall I continue ? 
 
 The Others, (vehementhj) No, no ! 
 
 Astron. For my part, I think your written addresses are 
 cold and formal. Now I was thinking, that if I give a little off- 
 hand speech, alluding to the clever way in which I managed 
 the expedition, (they commence to wrangle, L. 1 E., speaking 
 together m an undertone) 
 
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 Laur. V Well, I can't see that. My poem— -I insist on it 
 
 Muddle. | She must hear my stale papers. Excuse me, 
 
 ; gentlemen, but 
 
 AsTRON. I Yes, my view is correct — no use arguing — I 
 
 ; shall do it. {this is kept up) 
 
 Enter Satanella followed hy Huberlu, r., — she is angry and 
 speaks coming on, 
 
 Satanel. Am I never to triumph? Those idiots of ministers 
 first, then you. If, as you say, you cannot retain Leo here, 
 follow him to the Empire of Birds. Away! 
 
 Huberlu salaams and exit, R. 
 {she comes down — the Ministers turn as she speaks next 
 sentence) So you are here ? 
 The Three. Satanella! {chord) 
 
 {they all get on their knees, hacks to public, and salute, 
 Oriental fashion, hy touching stage with forehead) 
 The Three, {raising heads) We have come for our reward I 
 Satanel. And you shall have it. {waves wand off ) 
 The Three. Thanks, great Satanella ! 
 Satanel. I know my service is nearest your hearts. 
 The Three. It is ! On our souls be it. {they how again) 
 
 Enter two Japanese with long hamhoo, and two more with canes* 
 
 Satanel. It shall be on your soles I 
 
 {motions ^o Attend ant — the tioo Bamboo Me^ runtheir pole 
 under the insteps of the three, and raise soles in air — the 
 rest cane them unmercifully, while the Ministers roar 
 for mercy) 
 Satanel. Enough ! {the Japanese go off, r.) Eemember niy 
 arm is long, and I am not to be trifled with ! Exit, L. 
 
 (the three, with a groan, roll over on their hacks, and lie c. of 
 stage — First Chorus of Scene repeated to hring on all the 
 crowd as before — then Pages, then Huberlu, Leo, 
 G-OBO, and Fidelio) 
 GoBO. {tripping against Ministers) Hallo! three gentlemen 
 rooming out ! 
 
 HuBER. Dogs ! Throw them into the river ! 
 
 {the Ministers sit up hack to hack with alacrity) 
 The Three. No ! no ! 
 Leo. What! my ministers! 
 Omnes. Ah! 
 
 Leo. How come you in this plight ? But I see, faithful 
 friends, it is in my service you have suffered, 
 AsTRON. Yes, indeed ! 
 
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 HuBER. I can see you are foot-sore ! 
 
 Laur. Oh, we are ! 
 
 GoBO. You have come through a deal of cane ? 
 
 Muddle Yes, that we have. 
 
 Leo. Well, rise— and rejoice with me. We are now on the 
 confines of the Bird Kingdom. Lotos-leaf shall be mine ! 
 
 HuBER. {aside) Perhaps ! {the three rise and limp) 
 
 The Three, {aside) Vengeance on Lotos-leaf! {wig business) 
 
 Fidel, {to Gobo) These fellows are traitors. 
 
 GoBO. Of course ; but it don't signify. 
 
 Huber. Then Prince, if you are bent on this expedition, I 
 will go too. 
 
 King. You are a good fellow. Tycoon! 
 
 Babet. {aside) Oh ! is he — voiss verrez, mon petit ton homme ! 
 {picture for finale) 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 18.] 
 
 Scene Third.— ^ Suburb of Twitterville, capital of the Bird 
 Empire ; cloth in 1st; tropical wood scene, with all kinds of 
 gaily plumaged birds painted among the foliage. 
 
 Characteristic Music to express each class of comic birds, and 
 enter the Court of the Bird Emperor, R. and L., separately ; 
 the Owls with spectacles, and bearing MSS. rolls under their 
 wings; the Storks with halberds; the Crows as parsons, 
 with white bands ; the Parrots with Congress tickets on them 
 {^^Congressman from Indiana,'''' <^c."); when all are on and 
 in picture, enter Emperor Eagle, attended by Cock Robin 
 as Court Barber, and Jenny Wren as Mistress of the Robes ; 
 ''^Hail Columbia'''' to bring Eagle on; he is thoughtful, and 
 rubs his beak reflectively. 
 
 Eagle. Attendant fowls, and dear poultry, I am fain to 
 consult with you to-day respecting myself. You must have 
 observed a change in me lately? 
 
 Omnes. We have, great Eagle. 
 
 Eagle. Yes ; it is patent to every one. 
 
 Jenny. It struck me the other day your Majesty was 
 moulting. 
 
 Eagle. So I am, dear Miss Wren. 
 
 Robin. When I dressed your Majesty's hair this morning, 
 it struck me that the imperial head was even balder than 
 usual. 
 
 Eagle. It is; I fear I must take to night-caps. Now, 
 what is it that thus disturbs me, and disarranges my system ? 
 {to Crows) My dear parsons, can you give me any notion ? 
 
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 1st Crow. It is because your Majesty hasn't been regular 
 to meeting lately. 
 
 Eagle {to Owls) And you, philosophers, what do you say ? 
 
 1st Owl. The decrees of philosophy must not lightly be 
 spoken. Therefore we must entreat your Majesty to allow us 
 at least one century for deliberation. 
 
 Eagle. It is reasonable, {to Parrots) Well, gentlemen of 
 Congress, what is the matter with your Eagle ? 
 
 1st Parrot. Guess he ain't very sick after all? The air 
 of France ain't good for your Majesty, but here out West 
 you'll spread yourself, sure. 
 
 Eagle, {smiling and shaJcing head) Ah! my good friends, 
 my malady is not a political nor yet a physical one. It is 
 mental, it is here — {heating heart) beneath these quills. Yes, 
 subject poultry, your Emperor loves ! 
 
 Omnes. {flapping wings and whistling) Never ! 
 
 Eagle. Yes — it is true. My old enjoyments pall upon 
 my taste. To descend upon the sportive lamb and raise him 
 up for dinner, deHghts me no more. 
 
 All. {affected) Alas ! 
 
 Eagle. I used to revel in spread-eagleism in patriotic 
 speeches. That, likewise, is played out. 
 
 All. Dear me. 
 
 Eagle. I was a flaunting fowl formerly, but I am now of a 
 reflective and morbid tendency. I am thinking of devoting 
 the remainder of life to improving my mind, and living in 
 Boston. 
 
 All. No, no. 
 
 Eagle. You see my love is unrequited. That's the trouble. 
 
 1st Crow. But who is the haughty bird? 
 
 (Rooster crows off) 
 
 Eagle. My herald ! Who comes ! 
 
 Enter Rooster, r. — he crows. 
 
 Rooster. The White Dove craves an audience of the great 
 Eagle. 
 
 Eagle, {aside) 'Tis she I {aloud) Let her hop in ! 
 
 Rooster crows and exits, r. 
 The beautiful stranger Dove that has come amongst us. 
 
 Jenny. She gives herself airs. 
 
 1st Stork. Won't speak even to the upper classes. 
 
 1st Crow. This damsel is a snare. 
 
 Eagle. Hold your tongues, all of you, or I'll peck you. 
 
 Music — symphony of next number — enter Lotos-Leaf, as the 
 White Dove — she is pensive, pays no heed to anyone, and comes 
 c. for her song, 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 19.] 
 
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 Eagle, {aside to Court) Noble poultry, take yourselves off. 
 We would be alone. 
 
 Exeunt all, R. and L., except Lotos-Leaf and Eagle — 
 Eagle comes down and tries to embrace her — she 
 repulses him. 
 
 Lotos. No liberties, you ugly wretch, you ! 
 
 Eagle. My dear Dove — you the type of gentleness ! Now, 
 had you been a young Eagle, or even one of my cousins the 
 Vultures, I could have understood it ; but you, a Dove— it is 
 dreadful ! 
 
 Lotos. I'm not a Dove! I never wanted to be one: although 
 I did sing at school, '' I would I were a bird." But then I 
 didn't know what a horrid existence it is. 
 
 Eagle, {shocked) My dear ! 
 
 Lotos. Feathers are a mistake, and then to have to peck 
 your food, and keep dabbing one's nose against the viands ; 
 not to mention sleeping on a branch at night, with one leg up, 
 and my head under my left arm. It really is most uncom- 
 fortable ! {crosses) 
 
 Eagle, {aside) Poor young Dove, {tapping forehead) Always 
 imagining she's somebody else, {aloud — bringing her, c.) Come, 
 come, my dear, listen to me. 
 
 Lotos. Well! 
 
 Eagle, {tenderly) Have you never remarked anything 
 peculiar about me ? 
 
 Lotos. Yes. 
 
 Eagle, {overjoyed) Ah! 
 
 Lotos. That you were the ugliest brute I ever saw out of a 
 menagerie. 
 
 Eagle. You joke ! 
 
 Lotos. O, dear, no. Quite serious. 
 
 Eagle. And yet I love you. 
 
 Lotos, (c.) Eidiculous! 
 
 Eagle, (kneeling l. c. of Lotos.) Yes ! hear my suit. The 
 Eagle Monarch is feeble before you ! 
 
 Enter Kooster, r. — he looks astonished, and stops when about 
 
 to crow, 
 
 I would not have my subjects know my weakness. And yet 
 I love you madly — I adore you — I — {sees Rooster) Hallo ! 
 {gets up rapidly) D— n it, sir, why didn't you crow ? (Rooster 
 crows energetically) What is it now, eh ? 
 
 Rooster. The Tycoon, your Majesty, and suite. 
 
 Eagle. Show 'em in. (Rooster crosses and exits, R.) At 
 such a moment too ! Annoying ! 
 
 Lotos. Oh, please may I stay and see the strangers ? 
 
 Eagle. Certainly not. Retire to your perch. 
 
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 Lotos, {going slowly^ l.) Can it be real — or is it a dream? 
 Did my Leo really live? And if so, has he forgotten me ! I 
 am so unhappy. Exits l. 
 
 Eagle. The Tycoon! What does he want, I wonder ? I 
 dont like these featherless bipeds ; but I suppose one must be 
 civil, even to the lower orders of creatures. 
 
 Enter Babette and Pages and range, Hubeelu leading 
 Leo, and followed by GoBO, Fidelio, arid Three Ministers 
 — Picture. 
 
 Huber. Great Eagle, our brother, Prince Leo, of Gaul, 
 having lost his Princess Lotos-Leaf, believes her to be in your 
 dominions. I have in vain reasoned against this foolish belief. 
 On your kingly word, the Princess is she here or no ? 
 
 Eagle. I have no such person in all my realm. 
 
 Leo. say not so. I know she is ! 
 
 Eagle. Has she wings ? (Leo shakes head) Does she peck ? 
 Can she hop ? No I well, she is not here. 
 
 The three Ministers. Of course she's not. 
 
 Leo. {to Fidelio) Who am I to believe, Fidelio ? 
 
 Fidel. Snowflake! 
 
 Leo. Right, and she it was who told me my love was here. 
 
 Eagle. Well, you have the run of my dominions: go, seek 
 every dwelling, if that alone will satisfy you. 
 
 Leo. thanks, noble fowl ! Come, Gobo. 
 
 GoBO. O I daresay. Are you aware, my Prince, where 
 we'd have to go ? Up trees, out branches, into nests, no, I 
 don't quite see that. I think we'll take the Emperor's word 
 for it. 
 
 Leo. Are your subjects then all birds ? {sounds of next 
 number off) 
 
 Eagle. All. And as I'm a monarch, here is a little wedding 
 party coming. Search for your princsss, if you like among 
 their ranks. 
 
 Procession Music. — Enter Canary Bird Marriage Pro- 
 cession, R., — business — they exeunt. 
 
 Eagle. Well? 
 
 Leo. {sobbing) Alas ! I fear I have lost her ! 
 
 Eagle. Come — come, don't give way like that I {lowering 
 his voice) I know how you must feel, for I have been unfor- 
 tunate in love myself. 
 
 Leo. (interested) Indeed. 
 
 Eagle. Hush! speak low ; love is weakness, and we kings 
 mustn't confess to it. Yes, Prince, I love 
 
 Leo. Who? 
 
 Eagle. A Dove. 
 
 Leo. {interested) A Dove? {strain of duett, First Act) 
 
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 Eagle. Yes, a White Dove ; she came lately to my kingdom, 
 and we naturalized her quick, so as to vote at the next 
 election. 
 
 Leo. And she returns your love ? 
 
 Eagle. No. But then she is mad. 
 
 Leo. Mad? 
 
 Eagle. Yes ; imagines herself a biped without feathers — a 
 mere mortal like yourself. 
 
 Leo. Ha! 
 
 Eagle. Says she has been enchanted. That she was a 
 princess — mere lunacy in fact. Ha ! ha ! 
 
 Leo. {aside) A princess, {aloud) Emperor, I think I can 
 cure this silly Dove. 
 
 Eagle. You can ? Then you shall, {calling) Ho, guards ! 
 
 Leo. {stopping him) No, no ! not before all those people ! 
 {aside) If it should be she ? {Music stops) 
 
 Eagle. Ah! you are right, {to Others) I would speak 
 vrith my brother of Gaul an instant. Affairs of state. 
 
 Huber. {aside) I don't like the look of things. 
 
 Fidel, {aside) Can he have found anything out ? 
 
 Babet. I don't fancy this foreign land business. 
 
 GoBO. Then let us go and sympathize with each other, 
 
 AsTRON. {to two Ministers) Let us watch ! 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 20.] 
 
 Exeunt all, r., leaving Eagle and Leo. 
 Eagle. And now to fetch her ! Exit, l. 
 
 Leo. {rapturously) Oh ! if it should be her I love ! Keep 
 still my heart : she comes ! 
 
 Enter Eagle Emperor, l., leading on Lotos- Leaf, who keeps 
 her eyes down, and never perceives Leo.* 
 
 Leo. {aside) Tis she ! 
 
 Eagle. I have brought you, White Dove, a stranger, who 
 knows such maladies as yours, and will cure you of your silly 
 fancies, {incredulity of Lotos) Listen to him. {to Leo) Put 
 forth your power. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 2L] 
 
 {during Dv^tt, Lot OS- Leaf awakes to the consciousness that 
 it is Leo who sings, and expresses her joy and love for 
 him; all which the Eagle Emperor Relieves intended 
 for him) 
 
 * Leo. Eagle. Lotos-Leat, 
 
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 Eagle. Marvellous ! This is indeed a change. You are 
 happier now, Dove ? 
 
 Lotos. Ever so much ! 
 
 Leo. But the cure is not complete. 
 
 Eagle. No! 
 
 Leo. One spell must yet be removed — and for that I must 
 be left alone with her. 
 
 Eagle. Certainly, dear Prince. Adieu, dear Dove, but not 
 for long, (going l.) I will go, and in the exuberance of my joy, 
 catch a few lambs for luncheon. Goes off, l. 
 
 Leo. Lotos-Leaf! 
 
 Lotos. My Prince ! {they embrace — the heads of three Minis- 
 ters appear at r. wing) 
 
 Leo. Not a moment is to be lost — you must fly! 
 
 Lotos. That I can do literally. 
 
 Leo. Fear not ! The moment you leave the Empire of Birds 
 you will be restored to your proper shape. We must not go 
 together, — 'twould excite suspicion and be fatal; therefore 
 we must be yet apart, but for a little moment. Wait for me 
 by the Grove of Palms, on the Argent river. Then love and 
 happiness shall be ours. 
 
 Reprise of last ensemble of Duett — and exit Lotos-Leaf, 
 R., Leo blows hisses, then exit, l., all in the m>usic—the 
 mom,ent he is off, lights down — and enter Astronomer, 
 Laureate and Muddle. 
 
 Astron. Confusion. 
 
 Laur. All is lost now — Ah, for ever, my 
 
 Muddle, {interrupting) Plutus will cashier us, 
 Omnes. What is to be done ? 
 
 Gong — Satanella appears — lime-light on her,'R, c,,in vampyre 
 in cloth — picture, 
 
 Satanel. (giving cross-bow to Muddle) Lotos-Leaf must 
 not escape — shoot her. 
 
 Muddle. What! kill her? 
 
 Satanel. No — that is impossible — but it will change the 
 spell, and her form, and so again she will slip from the grasp 
 of her lover. 
 
 Astron. There is no other means ? (trembles) 
 
 Laur. No way but that ? 
 
 Satanel. None, and let it be done quickly. See ! she 
 plumes herself for flight. Be warned, and for the last time ! 
 Gong— Exit Satanella — vampyre closes. 
 
 Muddle. I — I — I never was much of a shot. You try ! 
 
 Laur. No, I can only draw the long bow. Ask the As- 
 tronomer ? 
 
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 AsTRON. No : {theodolite) but I'll sight her for you ! 
 
 Qmsiness — Muddle ^Zaces himself opposite entrance^ R., and 
 Laureate and Astronomer tail on — he shoots — shfieh 
 off, and they all stagger hack) 
 
 Enter Leo, quichly, 
 
 Leo. What means that cry ? 
 
 Chord — Snow-Flake appears in vampyre L. c. in cloth — 
 
 lime-light. 
 
 Snow. It means that you must seek Lotos-leaf, not here — 
 but in the stars. These miscreant minions of your foe Plutus, 
 have, by a fatal arrow, changed her form, though they could 
 not take her life. 
 
 Leo. Wretches ! Murderers ! {they go on their knees) 
 
 The Three. Pity ! Mercy ! Quarter ! 
 
 Leo. {threatening them with sword) What mercy did you 
 shew to her ? You shall die ! 
 
 Snow. No ; for their life shall be a punishment to them, and 
 of service to you. I know that Lotos-Leaf's new home is in 
 the stars, but which, I know not. Theirs be the task to find 
 out where. W^hen men are asleep, be theirs the punishment 
 to read the glittering hieroglyphs of heaven, and to discover 
 there the home of Lotos-Leaf. 
 
 The Three, {groaning) Oh— oh ! 
 
 Snow. As for you, Prince, be not cast down. The power of 
 your foes is drawing to an end. Earth refuses to aid them 
 '^ longer, and now the exile of your love to a distant planet is 
 the last transmigration possible. Love can scale the 
 empyrean ; and I say to you, fear not, but love on, purely and 
 fondly, and Lotos-Leaf shall be restored to you. Meanwhile, 
 you are yet in peril. The Eagle Emperor must know nought 
 of this, or your life might be the forfeit. Be wary — dress 
 your face in smiles — share in the revelries of the birds, then 
 away once more ! on the starry trail of your lost love. 
 Farewell ! 
 
 Exit Snowflake — vampyre closes — Leo maJces a step towards 
 her, as if to retain her — the Ministers rise — lights up. 
 
 Leo. One moment 
 
 Music. — Re-enter R. and L., Bird-Guards, Huberlu and 
 Pages, Fidelio, Gobo, Robin and Wren, Eagle, &c., — 
 Picture for finale. 
 
 Eagle, {to Leo) Where is my Dove — is the charm removed ? 
 
 Leo. Almost, your majesty.' She has gone to her nest, 
 where she must remain undisturbed for two days — at the end 
 of that time you will have a surprise. 
 
 Eagle, {shaking him by hand) Now this is kind ! 
 
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 Electra rises behind Huberlu by trap. 
 
 Elect, (asi^g ^o Huberlu) Where is Lotos-Leaf ? 
 
 HuBER. {aside to him) Dead ? 
 
 Elect. Nothing of the kind. She is translated. 
 
 HuBER. Whither? 
 
 Elect. To Venus. 
 
 HuBER. Well? 
 
 Elect. Follow her ! 
 
 Eagle. And now, noble friends, I invite you to a dance, or 
 should I say a hop ? We plume ourselves upon our accomplish- 
 ments that way ; and, I flatter myself, you will not regret 
 having come to see the Emperor Eagle at his Birdcage Palace. 
 
 Omnes. {claiyping hands) Bravo ! 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 22] 
 
 Exeunt Omnes, and change. 
 
 Scene Fourth. — Exterior of Birdcage Palace, Flats set 
 immediately behind last scene. 
 
 COMMENCEMENT OF GRAND PLUMED BALLET. 
 
 - V Scene Fifth. — Set of all. 
 
 THE VOLATILE COURT AND ITS PLUMED 
 
 THRONG. 
 
 GRAND BALLET. 
 
 END OF THE SECOND ACT. 
 
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©8arartet« in STj^irO ^rt 
 
 ••• •«• ••• ••• 
 
 ••• ••• 
 
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 VENUS ... 
 ELECTRA ... 
 
 SATANELLA 
 
 PRINCE LEO 
 
 THE ASTRONOMER-ROYAL 
 
 THE POET LAUREATE 
 
 THE HEREDITARY GRAND MUDDLE 
 
 PRINCESS LOTOS-LEAF {as a Star) ... 
 
 HUBERLU (as High Priest of Venus) ... 
 
 BABETTE & SISTERS {as Neophytes) ... 
 
 GOBO 
 
 FIDELIO 
 
 SNOWFLAKE 
 
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 )• «•• «*• ..< 
 
 The Signs of the Zodiac. Star Visitors of Venus. Characters in the 
 
 AND 
 
 PABIIS YX T£ARS. 
 
ACT III. 
 
 Scene First. — Horizon and transparency cloths in 1st; the 
 Observatory Terrace by Moonlight , lights down ; white lime 
 light on stage ; one brilliant star c. of cloth thrown by lantern 
 on slides from behind. 
 
 Discovered the Astronomer-Royal, manipulating an astrO' 
 nomical telescope on tripod ^ R.c. ; Laureate at wing, r., 
 and Muddle at wing, l., with small bills in hand ; the three 
 wear their former dresses, but now in tatters and patches; 
 Muddle is now quite bald, and the Laureate has on a full 
 wig. Music, " Beautiful Star,''^ to open scene, 
 
 Laur. and Muddle. Walk up, walk up ! Be in time for 
 the transit of Venus. Only ten cents to observe the sidereal 
 phenomenon through the large patent refracting instrument, 
 under the direction of Professor Telescopernicus. Walk up, 
 walk! (pause) 
 
 Laur. (disgusted, coming R. c.) Not a soul ! 
 
 Muddle, (coming l. c.) Not a customer ! 
 
 AsTRON. Satanella has given us up ; Prince Leo has stopped 
 our salaries — and here we are, star-gazing after Lotos-Leaf 
 
 Laur. Whom we can't find. I have composed a trifle on 
 that, (clears voice) 
 
 Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear 
 That mourns thy exit from a world like this. 
 Forgive 
 
 The Others, (desperately) No more — no more ! Give us 
 poverty and despair, but not that. 
 
 Laur. O, very well. You do so much better, the pair of 
 you. (suddenly) Hist ! passengers ! look out. (skips to vnng, L.) 
 
 The Others. Ha! (Muddle rw/zs ^^<;^/?^, r.) 
 
 AsTRON. Now then, be in time ! Walk up. See the transit 
 of Venus, as she approaches the earth. This is the only 
 genuine telescope, supported by a vote of Congress. Walk 
 up, walk up. 
 
 Muddle, (to Astronomer — excitedly) Stop ! 
 
 AsTRON. Why, who is it then? 
 
 (Muddle and Laureate come r. and l. c. respectively) 
 
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 Muddle. Tis the prince ! 
 
 The Three, {groaning) Oh! Oh! {they huddle behind 
 telescope). 
 
 Enter Leo, Gobo, and Fidelio, r., in rich tourist dresses. 
 
 Leo. Trusty followers — here on this dizzy height, let lis 
 again read the heavens, and seek tidings of Lotos-Leaf. 
 
 Gobo. Read the heavens ? Oh, oh ! I dont like this kind of 
 literature ; besides, we have been reading the heavens to 
 very little purpose. We've got through a few hundred stars, 
 it's true, but there are still some two or three hundred thou- 
 sand millions more. Don't think of it, master ! 
 
 Leo. Scoffer! 
 
 Gobo. (sighing) Babette ! She's not a star, anyhow ; not 
 her line of business. 
 
 Fidel. Ah! prince, would your love were not so deep, for 
 much I fear you will never see Lotos-Leaf again. 
 
 Leo. {rapturously) Never! 0, yes — yes, darling, fear not ; 
 when we parted, the words of love and not farewell, were on 
 our lips, and a spirit will yet lead me to thee. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 23.] 
 
 {the three Ministers emerge after song) 
 
 Laur. and Muddle. Walk up, walk up— the great teles- 
 cope — observe the transit of Venus. 
 
 AsTRON. Ten cents only, or the lot a quarter. Walk up ! 
 Gobo. Oh, what a rare ragged set. 
 Leo. Poor fellows, let us give them a turn. 
 AsTRON. {adjusting telescope) This way, sir — place one eye 
 to the orifice and close up the other, and you will see what 
 you shall see. 
 
 (Fidelio gives money to Laureate — Gobo looks at his 
 wig and then ai Muddle sicspiciouslyj but can maJce 
 nothing of it) 
 Leo, Why, what is this ? 
 
 {Music— the symphony of next number pp, in orchestra, 
 and continued till change of scene) 
 Omnes. What ? (All close round him and look up) 
 
 Snowflake appears R., between wing and cloth, white lime light 
 on her ; she smiles and loaves wand ; during next speech the 
 star grows larger until it occupies entire cloth. 
 
 Leo. Amazement ! The silver shield opens —it is a vast 
 palace— methinks I see moving multitudes, no bigger than 
 
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 jihining atoms — Ha! — yes— it comes nearer and nearer— the 
 figures grow larger. Oh, wonder ! Venus approaches our dark 
 earth. 
 
 GoBO. The deuce it does ! I'm off. 
 
 AsTRON. A collision ! let me save my glasses. 
 
 Omxes. Ah ! {business — GoBO drags Leo, l., assisted hy 
 
 FiDELlO) 
 
 Fidel. Away, prince, away ! 
 
 Leo. No, no, she may be there. 
 
 GoBO. Come ! They exeunt, L. 
 
 Laur. Oh. dear, oh, dear! 
 
 Muddle. The end of the world ! 
 
 AsTRON. At all events I'll save my glasses, {folds them up) 
 
 Laur. Stay ! a thought. 
 
 The Others. What? 
 
 Laur. I have just composed a little thing 
 
 Beautiful star, in heaven so bright, 
 Softly shines 
 
 The Others. Come on. 
 
 Exeunt, r. — they drag him off expostulating . 
 
 Enter Snowflake immediately, c. of stage, clouds down, lime- 
 light on her always. 
 
 Snow. No end of earth, fond prince ; no approximation of 
 distant stars — for lo ! earth fades away, and you are lifted 
 ^ . high to the arms of Lotos-Leaf. 
 
 Retires backwards and slowly off, R., waving wand — 
 change proceeds rapidly, and discovers 
 
 Scene Second. — The Heart of a Star; Venus in transit; set; 
 
 lights up. 
 
 Signs of the Zodiac, Evening, Morning and other Stars 
 discovered in two lines up stage. Chorus to open scene. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 24.] 
 
 Enter, L. u. e., Huberlu, as High Priest of Venus, folhiced 
 by Babette and Sisters as Neophytes; they enter singing 
 and range across stage in straight line, Huberlu, C. ; im- 
 mediately the Stars and Signs form large semicircle behind 
 them ; chorus over. 
 
 Huber. Good! I see you have kept your rendezvous. 
 Signs of the changing Zodiac— stars that bring in the night, 
 and herald the morn — bright sentinels that watch every outlet 
 and avenue of the skies— I thank you for this proof of your 
 
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 fidelity to Plutus, for here, as elsewhere, the dominion of 
 Mammon extends. And ye, brother and sister subjects, ye 
 are faithful still? 
 
 Omnes. All! 
 
 HuBER. 'Tis well. You know why I have called you 
 together to-day in my character of High Priest of Venus. 
 Not to sacrifice at the shrine of the Goddess of Beauty, but 
 to satisfy the forebodings of Satanella, who believes that 
 Prince Leo, abetted by Snowflake, is daring enough to scale 
 the walls of heaven itself. 
 
 Omnes, {laughing) Ha, ha! 
 
 HuBER, Absurd. But still our loyalty to Satanella demands 
 this caution. Let the chief neophyte caU the reports. 
 {flourish in orchestra) 
 
 Babet. {with scroll in hand) Polar Star, what have you 
 seen? 
 
 1st Star. One grizly and two wrecks. No Leo. 
 
 Babet. Guiding Star, has any one sought thy aid ? 
 
 2nd Star. No ; mortals prefer to walk by their own light. 
 I have seen none. No Leo. 
 
 Babet. Morning Star ? 
 
 3rd Star. No Leo. 
 
 Babet. Evening ditto ? 
 
 4th Star. No Leo. 
 
 Babet. Grand Priest of Venus, the sentinels of the skies 
 make answer that no stranger approaches from the planet 
 called Earth. 
 
 Omnes. None! 
 
 Huber. 'Tis well. Lotos-Leaf will become fixed as a star, 
 and so disturb not the reign of our master. {Music) Lo ! she 
 comes with Venus, {picture to receive Venus) 
 
 Enter two Cupids, hearing how and arrows as avant-courierSy 
 L. u. e.— Venus, leading Lotos-Leaf, and followed hy two 
 Cupid Pages, young girls. 
 
 Omnes. Hail, oh Goddess of Beauty. 
 
 Venus, {meirily) High priest, I must really ask you to 
 speak to our new star here. There are great complaints 
 amongst the heavenly bodies this morning about her. It seems 
 that instead of quietly remaining in her orbit like a well-con- 
 ducted young star, she is always rushing off a few miUion 
 miles into space, with a view it is supposed of getting near 
 that trumpery planet called the Earth. Ridiculous I 
 
 Huber. Quite so. 
 
 Venus. Of all dull, stupid, prosaic planets, that insignificant 
 Earth is the worst. 
 
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 Babet. decidedly. 
 
 Omnes. Certainly. 
 
 Venus. Therefore, sister star, you must be talked to, and 
 broken of this bad habit, which done, I think you will be a 
 credit to our system. By the way, whilst I am on the subject 
 let me ask you to look a little more cheerful. A blinking 
 discontented, sputtering star is not pretty by any means. 
 
 Lotos. Ah ! Venus, how can 1 look happy? 
 
 Venus. Follow my example. Love and youth are the 
 elements of all happiness. 
 
 Lotos. And my love is in a far distant sphere. 
 
 Venus. There she goes again ! Do speak to her, Pontiflf. 
 
 Huber. My daughter, why are you so sad ? 
 
 Lotos. Well, if you will have it, I don't like being a star. 
 There. 
 
 Omnes. (horrified) There! there I 
 
 Huber. This is heresy. 
 
 Lotos. I don't care if it is. The life of a star is about the 
 most stupid out. Instead of getting to bed, you have to stick 
 in the cold like a street lamp, and come shivering home in 
 the morning. It is simply disgusting. 
 
 Venus. You are a nice star, upon my word I 
 
 Lotos. But, dear Venus, I have told you that I am not 
 one. 
 
 Venus. Ah! still that fable. 
 
 Lotos. It is no fable. I am an inhabitant of the Earth, 
 and I love, oh, how dearly ! one who dwells there. 
 
 Huber. Even were this true, you must forget him — you 
 are separated for ever. 
 
 Lotos. Oh, for pity's sake, don't say that ! 
 
 {rolling thunder , soft — tremolo in orchestra — lights begin to 
 he gradually turned down, until the stage is quite dark, 
 to pointy afterwards marhed) 
 
 Venus. Ha ! what is that ? 
 
 Huber. Some of the constellations changing places. 
 
 Venus. I wish they wouldn't. Star showers are coming a 
 great deal too much into fashion again. But see ! it is 
 darkening. 
 
 Omnes. So it is ! 
 
 Babet. (r. u. e., looMngoff) Strange! the Earth is approach- 
 ing rapidly. 
 
 Venus. An eclipse ! 
 
 Babet. Yes, we are now in its shadow. 
 
 Omnes. Ah ! 
 
 Venus. What! our kingdom threatened. To me, my 
 friends to me ! 
 
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 HuBER. (aside) This is still the Power of Love ! 
 
 (stage dark— tremolo increases to jf, — rolling thunder — fhe 
 Stars crouch in circle ro?^/^c? Venus, who stands erect^ c, 
 with Lotos-Leaf — light on them, T^e Neophytes /orw 
 second ring in front of Venus, bending out with out- 
 stretched arms —the Signs of the Zodiac kneeling in a 
 third circle as if defying foe. This picture exceedingly quick. 
 As soon as it is formed, the thunder stops suddenly, the 
 tremolo stoics, and the orchestra play, pp., the phrase of 
 the Duett of First Act, *' / love thee, ah, I love thee,'"^ 
 which Leo sings oj^— Lotos-Leaf listens intently, and 
 joins in the ensemble — Snowflake comes on at back, and 
 waves her wand. — on the last note of ensemble, Leo 
 rushes on suddenly, R. 2 E. — lights on quick — he embraces 
 Lotos-Leaf, and remains in that position, v)hilst Stars, 
 Neophytes, &c., form fresh picture round stage) 
 
 Enter FiDEUO, GoBO, andtheTuREE Ministers, e.— chords, 
 ff, and Music stops, 
 
 Venus. What has happened ? (Snowflake comes down, c.)* 
 
 Sxow. Let an old friend answer. 
 
 Venus. Ah, Snowflake ! 
 
 Snow. Yes, goddess, in the dark planet that has just passed 
 by your palace of light, it is not enough that your gifts of 
 love and beauty should be given to mortals — there are thousand 
 foes to guard even the innocent against, and to that task I 
 have devoted myself. 
 
 Venus. Then these are lovers ? 
 
 Leo. 0, goddess, none ever worshipped more fervently at 
 thy shrine. 
 
 Venus. Then must I protect my votaries. Be happy. 
 
 Lotos. Kind Venus ! (they go up) 
 
 HuBER. (aside) Confusion ! Once more foiled. 
 
 GoBO. There's a star over there winking at me. (business 
 with Babette) Yes— no— yes — why — (crosses) I say, Bab 
 
 Babet. Sir! 
 
 GoBO. I beg your pardon, (business) Let me reflect. 
 
 AsTRON. My telescope has done it. 
 
 Muddle. No ; my diplomacy. 
 
 * Ministers. 
 
 Babette. 
 
 
 GoBO. 
 
 
 Sisters. 
 
 FlDELIO. 
 
 
 Huberlu. 
 
 Snowflake. Leo. 
 
 Lotos -Leap, 
 
 Venus. 
 
 E. 
 
 
 L. 
 
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 Laur. What a chance for a poem. Like this — {clears voice) 
 
 Twinkle, twinkle little star, 
 How I wonder what you are, 
 Up above the world so high 
 
 Shall I continue ? 
 
 Omnes. No, no I {he is crushed— the others come down in line 
 for finale) 
 
 Venus. Then let us celebrate what is dearest to me — the 
 union of two faithful hearts. Nectar there — green seal. 
 
 {the four Cupids who have been off^ give quickly cups to 
 Principals) 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 25.1 
 
 Scene Second. — Cloth in \st; the Boudoir of Venus; lightB 
 
 full up. 
 
 Enter Huberlu and Neophytes. 
 
 HuBER. This is a pleasant arrival for us, girls. 
 
 Babet. Well, papa, if you must know what I think, allow 
 me to observe that Snowflake is too many for us. 
 
 The Others. Evidently. 
 
 Babet. And that the sooner we return home the better. 
 {aside) Fact is, the sight of Gobo has been too much for me t 
 
 HuBER. {in despair) What is to be done? — What is to be 
 done? 
 
 Trap Music — enter hy trap^ c, Electra, to take up cue imme- 
 diately, 
 
 Electra. Kesign! 
 
 Omnes. Ah! 
 
 Electra. Yes — Plutus has just sent me up to say that 
 your talents will grace retirement better than his active 
 service. 
 
 HuBER. Despair ! 
 
 Babet. {aside) Kapture! 
 
 HuBER. Then the pursuit of Leo and Lotos-Leaf is abandoned? 
 
 Electra. That I know not. What is certain is, that you 
 will not be in at the death. 
 
 HuBER. Can Satanella find better servants ? 
 
 Electra. Ask her ? 
 
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 Enter Satanella, l. 
 
 Satanel. And she replies — yes. {all salaam humbly) You 
 think me defeated ? No ; but I own that I under-rated the 
 power opposed to me. Had I not done so, I should scarcely 
 have chosen tools like you. Meanwhile, like a desperate 
 general, who, to retrieve the failing fortunes of a fight, urges 
 his steed into the front of battle, so do I —and mark me, I 
 shall win. 
 
 Babet. Hist I Here comes Venus and her guests ! 
 
 Satanel. Now for stratagem. 
 
 Phrase of Chorus of last scene. Enter Venus, Lotos-Leaf, 
 Ministers, Fidelio, Gobo, Stars, and Signs of Zodiac, 
 R., — picture. 
 
 Lotos, {starting) Ha ! 
 
 Omnes. What? 
 
 Lotos. The Evil Spirit ! {clinging to Leo) 
 
 Venus. Who, sister ? 
 
 Lotos. Satanella! 
 
 Omnes. Ah! 
 
 Leo. Back, fiend, thou shall not bewitch her ! 
 
 Venus, {proudly) Power of mischance! and thou hast dared 
 to wage thy iniquitous warfare, even on my threshold ? 
 
 Satanel. {assuming humble air) No, great Venus, not in 
 arms I come, but suppliant. Hear me. Prince ! Hear that 
 penitence can attain to such a heart as mine. 
 
 Leo. Strange! 
 
 HuBER. {aside) Can such things be ? 
 
 Satanel. Then, behold in me, henceforth, a friend — or if 
 that position be denied me, a defeated foe who can bow her 
 head before beauty and virtue I 
 
 Venus. Can we believe this change ? 
 
 (Satanella has meanwhile motioned rapidly to the three 
 Ministers) 
 
 Muddle. It appears to me genuine. 
 
 AsTRON. Fallen stars are not less stars, and may resume 
 their orbit. 
 
 Laur. As I once remarked on a similar occasion {clearing 
 voice) 
 
 To err is human, to forgive, divine, 
 And SO, dear friends 
 
 Omnes. No— no! 
 
 Laur. {disgusted) Ohl of course not! 
 
 Leo. I do accept thy penitence, Satanella. 
 
 Lotos. And I — I forgive thee all the ill thou hast done. 
 
 Omnes. Bravo ! 
 
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 Satanel. Let me now give an earnest of what I have pro- 
 mised. First let me expose the toils that still cling around 
 you. Let me unmask the wicked Huberlu where he stands. 
 {pointing to Huberlu) 
 
 Omnes. Ha! 
 
 HuBER. Traitress! 
 
 Satanel. {smiling) Fool ! Return to thy ravine in Brittany. 
 
 GoBO. Brittany! Huberlu? 
 
 Satanel. And you, Neophytes, take again thy shapes as 
 his daughters. 
 
 GoBO. Daughters ! {looldng at Babette) 
 
 Babet. Oh, I'm so glad, Gobo. 
 
 GoBO. Babette ! {they embrace) 
 
 Venus, {to Huberlu) Quit my sphere this day— ignoble 
 sorcerer — never to return. 
 
 HuBER. {aside) This is to serve a fiend ! 
 
 Satanel. One proof more of my friendship : when again 
 you return to earth a happy pair, let Satanella offer you a 
 marriage gift. She places at your disposal, for your wedding 
 tour, all that is brightest and loveliest below; a spot conse- 
 crated to love and pleasure — where nought exists that hath 
 affinity to sorrow. 
 
 Lotos. O, where is that spot ? 
 
 Satanel. It is called by mortals, Paris. 
 
 Omnes. Paris! 
 
 Venus. And yet methinks I have heard from my votaries 
 in that distant sphere, that a song of joy has there ended in 
 a burden of sorrow. 
 
 Satanel. Calumny, great Venus — calumny ! But I will be 
 honest to the uttermost. Would you, as in a magic mirror 
 gaze upon this Paris ? 
 
 Omnes. Yes— yes! 
 
 Satanel. Then you shall. 
 Music in orchestra to discover Fete Scene at St, Cloud — she 
 waves wand— the Crowd separates into entrances— the 
 cloth goes and discovers 
 
 Scene Fourth.— ST. CLOUD EN FETE ; variety business, 
 PARIS IN SMILES, closed in by 
 
 Scene Fifth. — Repeat Scene 3rd. 
 
 Ee-enter all the Personages who were on at the end of Scene 
 3rd; same picture ; Satanella, c. 
 
 Satanel. Well, said I not right. Is not Paris the chosen 
 home of pleasure and of love ? 
 Leo. Good spirit, Paris for me. 
 
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 Lotos. And for me. 
 
 Omnes. And for all of us ! 
 
 Venus. I confess I had no idea that my own ideas were so 
 thoroughly carried out in that dim and distant planet. 
 
 Satanel. Then, Prince, you accept my offer ? 
 
 Leo. 0, with rapture ! 
 
 Satanel. {aside, with fiendish glee) Then all is not lost ! 
 (aloud) En route, then, dear friends, and let us bid farewell 
 to our hostess, great Venus ! 
 
 Enter Snowflake, r. 
 
 Snow. One moment ! 
 
 Lotos. Our good spirit ! 
 
 Satanel. (aside) Confusion — she again! 
 
 Snow. Dear Venus, and you my stupid young prot^g^s, I 
 really find I have to act as a sort of guardian to goddesses 
 and mortals alike. You don't mean to say that you believe 
 what you have just seen? 
 
 Venus. Why, Snowflake, we have eyes ! 
 
 Leo. Yes, and we have seen a reality, have we not ? 
 
 Satanel. Certainly. 
 
 Snow. No —you have not. 
 
 Satanel. 1 defy you to the proof ! 
 
 Snow. Ah, my ancient enemy, this new stratagem like the 
 others, will fail, for by my power, I will show the reverse of 
 the medal — the dark side of the picture you have so cunningly 
 pourtrayed. (to Leo) When I have done so, say then whether 
 Paris is the place you would take your bride to. You have 
 seen Paris in smiles — be it mine to show you Paris in tears ! 
 (waving wand) Behold ! 
 
 (Music in orchestra — the characters bach into entrances^ R. 
 and L., as before — the cloth goes — discovering 
 
 Scene Sixth.—PARIS IN TEARS ! Panarajna of the City 
 under the Commune, 
 
 END OF THE THIBD ACT. 
 
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 ACT IV. 
 
 Scene First. — Dark Clouds in 1st. A Cloud Corridor in the 
 
 Halls of Venits. 
 
 Discovered^ Venus and her Cupid Pages; Huberlu and 
 Daughters in 1st costumes; Prince and FumcEss in 2nd 
 ditto; GoBO in 2nd ditto ; Fidelio in 1st ditto; Ministers 
 in 1st ditto; Electra, King and Queen Jewel in Ist dittoy 
 and a selection of other Characters to dress stage. No 
 dialogue* They sing next concerted piece. 
 
 [TAKE IN No. 26.] 
 Then divide Characters, and pass to 
 
 Scene Second-gRAND TRANSFORMATION SCENE ! 
 
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