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 HER MAJESTY'S SHIP 
 
 'PINAFORE; 
 
 OR, 
 
 THE LASS THAT LOVED A SAILOR. 
 
 AN ENTIRELY ORIGINAL COMIC OPERA, 
 
 IN TWO ACTS. 
 
 WRITTEN BY W. S. GILBERT. 
 COMPOSED BY ARTHUR SULLIVAN. 
 
 NEW YORK : 
 A. S. SEER, PRINTER, 
 96 UNION SQUARE (Fourth Ave. and isth St.) 
 1879.
 
 DRAMATIS PERSONS. 
 
 The RT. HON. SIR JOSEPH PORTER, K. C. B., First Lord 
 of the Admiralty. 
 
 CATT. CORCORAN, Commanding H. M. S. " PINAFORE." 
 RALPH RACKSTRAW, Able Seaman. 
 DICK DKADEYE, Able Seaman. 
 Bll.i. BOBSTAY, Boatswain. 
 Bon BECKET, Carpenter's Mate. 
 TOM TUCKER, Midshipman. 
 TOM BOWLIN. 
 
 JOSEPHINE, the Captain's Daughter. 
 LITTLE BUTTERCUP, a Portsmouth Bumboat Woman. 
 HEISE, Sir Joseph's First Cousin. 
 
 FIRST LORD'S SISTERS, His COUSINS, AND His AUNTS. 
 Sailors, Etc., by a Full Chorus. 
 
 SCENE: Deck of II. M. S. " Phiaforc" off Portsmouth, England. 
 
 First produced in London (at the Opera Comique), May 25th, 
 1878, and still continuing one of the chief attractions of the day.
 
 "H, M. 'S. PINAFORE; 1 " 
 
 OR, 
 
 THE LASS THAT LOVED A SAILOU 
 ^n ftttir*hj (Original ^lautical Comic (Opera. 
 
 Written by - - W. S. GILBERT. 
 
 Composed by - ARTHUR SULLIVAN. 
 
 T I . 
 
 SCENE. Quarter-deck of H. M. S. "Pinafore." VIC-M of fcr/s- 
 moutk in distance. Sailors, led bv Boatswain, discovered 
 ckaning brassu'ork, splicing rope, etc. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 We sail the ocean blue. 
 
 And our saucy ship's a beauty, 
 We're sober men and true, 
 
 And attentive to our duty. 
 When the balls whistle free over the bright blue sea, 
 
 We stand to our guns all day ; 
 When at anchor we ride on the Portsmouth tide, 
 
 We have plenty of time for play. 
 
 (Enter LITTLE BnTKRcrp. with large basket on her arm.} 
 
 RECIT. 
 
 Hail, men-o'-war's men safeguards of your nation, 
 Here is an end at la. t of all privation ; 
 You've got your pay- spare all you can afford 
 To welcome Little But ^rcup on board. N 
 
 AKIA. 
 
 For I'm called Little Buttercup dear Little Buttercur 
 Though I could never tell why ;
 
 But still I'm called Buttercup poor Little Buttercup, 
 
 Sweet Little Buttercup, I. 
 I've snuff and tobaccy, and excellent jacky ; 
 
 I've scissors and watches and knives ; 
 . I've ribbons and laces to set off the faces 
 
 Of pretty young sweethearts and wives. 
 I've treacle and toffy, and excellent coffee, 
 
 Soft tommy and succulent chops ; 
 I've chickens and conies and pretty polonies, 
 
 And excellent peppermint drops. 
 Then buy of your Buttercup dear little Buttercup, 
 
 Sailors should never be shy ; 
 So buy of your Buttercup poor little Buttercup, 
 
 Come, of your Buttercup buy ! 
 
 BOAT. Aye, little Buttercup and well called for you're the 
 rosiest, the roundest, and the reddest beauty in all Spithead. 
 
 BUT. Red, am I? and round, and rosy? May be, for I have 
 dissembled well. But, hark ye, my merry friend, hast ever thought 
 that beneath a gay and frivolous exterior there may lurk a canker- 
 worm which is slowly, but surely, eating its way into one's very 
 heart ? 
 
 BOAT. No, my lass, I can't say I've ever thought that. 
 
 (Enter DICK DKAUKYK.) 
 
 DICK, /have thought it often. (All recoil from him.) 
 
 BUT. Yes, you look like it. What's the matter with the man ? 
 Isn't he well ? 
 
 BOAT. Don't take no heed of hi HI, that's only poor Dick Dead- 
 eye. 
 
 DICK. I say it's a beast of a name, ain't it Dick Deadeye ? 
 
 BUT. It's not a nice name. 
 
 DICK. I'm ugly too, ain't I. 
 
 BUT. You are certainly plain. 
 
 DICK. And I'm three-cornered too, ain't I ? 
 
 BUT. You are rather triangular. 
 
 DICK. Ha ! ha ! That's it. I'm ugly, and they hate me for it ; 
 for you all hate me, don't you ? 
 
 BOAT. Well, Dick, we would'nt go for to hurt any fellow 
 creatur's feelings, but you can't expect a chap with such a name as 
 Dick Deadeye to be a popular character now can you ? 
 
 DICK. No. 
 
 BOAT. It's asking too much, ain't it ? 
 
 DICK. It is. From such a face and form as mine the noblest 
 sentiments sound like the black utterances of a depraved imagi- 
 nation. It is human nature I am resigned. 
 
 RKCIT. 
 
 BUT. But, tell me Who's the you:n whose faltering feet 
 
 With difficulty bear him o.i his course ? 
 BOAT. That is the smartest lad in all the fleet 
 
 Ralph Rackstraw ! 
 Bur. Ha ! that name ! Remorse ! remorse !
 
 rt 
 
 (Enter RALPH.) 
 
 MADRIGAL RALPH. 
 
 The Nightingale 
 Loved the pale moon's bright ray, 
 
 And told his tale 
 In his own melodious way ! 
 
 He sang, "Ah, well-a-day !" 
 ALL, He sang, " Ah, well-a-day !" 
 
 The lowly Vale 
 For the Mountain vainly sighed, 
 
 To his humble wail 
 The echoing hills replied. 
 
 They sang, "Ah, well-a-day ! " 
 ALL. They sang, "Ah, well-a-day ! " 
 
 RECIT. 
 
 I know the value of a kindly chorus, 
 But choruses yield little consolation, 
 
 When we have pain and trouble too before us ! 
 I love and love, alas, above my station ! 
 
 BUT. (Aside.) He loves and loves a lass above his station ! 
 ALL. (Aside.) Yes, yes, the lass is much above his station. 
 
 BALLAD RALPH . 
 
 A maiden fair to see, 
 The pearl of minstrelsy, 
 
 A bud of blushing beauty, 
 For whom proud nobles sigh, 
 And with each other vie 
 
 To do her menial's duty. 
 ALL. To do her menial's duty. 
 
 A suitor, lowly born, 
 With hopeless passion torn, 
 
 And poor beyond concealing, 
 Has dared for her to pine 
 At whose exalted shrine 
 
 A world of wealth is kneeling ! 
 ALL. A world of wealth is kneeling ! 
 
 Unlearned he in aught 
 Save that which love has taught 
 
 (For love had been his tutor) ; 
 Oh, pity, pity me 
 Our captain's daughter she, 
 
 And I that lowly suitor ! 
 ALL. And he that lowly suitor ! 
 
 (Exit LITTLE BUTTERCUP).
 
 BOAT. Ah, my poor lad, you've climbed too high ; our worthy 
 captain's child won't have nothin' to say to a poor chap like you. 
 Will she, lads ? 
 
 DICK. No, no, captains' daughters don't marry foremast jacks. 
 
 ALL. (Recoiling from him.) Shame ! shame ! 
 
 BOAT. Dick Deadeye, them sentiments o' yourn are a disgrace 
 to our common natur'. 
 
 RALPH. But it's strange that the daughter of a man who hails 
 from the quarter deck may not love another who lays out on the 
 fore-yard arm. For a man is but a man, whether he hoists his flag 
 at the main truck or his slacks on the main deck. 
 
 DICK. Ah, it's a queer world ! 
 
 RALPH. Dick Deadeye, I have no desire to press hardly O n you, 
 but such a revolutionary sentiment is enough to make an honest 
 sailor shudder. 
 
 BOAT. My lads, our gallant captain has come on deck ; let us 
 greet him as so brave an officer and so gallant a seaman deserves. 
 
 RECIT. 
 
 CAPT. My gallant crew, good morning. 
 ALL. (Saluting.) Sir, good morning ! 
 CAPT. I hope you're all well. 
 ALL. (As before.) Quite well ; and you, sir ? 
 CAPT. I am in reasonable health, and happy 
 
 To meet you all once more. 
 ALL. (As before.) You do us proud, sir ! 
 
 SONG CAPTAIN. 
 
 CAPT. I am the Captain of the " Pinafore !" 
 
 ALL. And a right good captain, too ! 
 
 CAPT. You're very, very good, 
 
 And be it understood, 
 I command a right good crew. 
 ALL. We're very, very good, 
 
 And be it understood, 
 He commands a right good crew. 
 
 CAPT. Though related to a peer, 
 
 I can hand, reef and steer, 
 And ship a salvagee ; 
 
 I am never known to quail 
 
 At the fury of a gale, 
 And I'm never, never sick at sea ! 
 ALL. What, never? 
 
 CAPT. No, never ! 
 
 ALL. What, never? 
 
 CAPT. Hardly ever ! 
 
 ALL. He's hardly ever sick at sea ! 
 
 Then give three cheers, and one cheer more 
 
 For the hardy Captain of the " Pinafore !"
 
 CAPT. I do my best to satisfy you all * 
 ALL. And with you we're quite content. 
 
 CAPT. You're exceedingly polite, 
 
 And I think it only right 
 
 To return the compliment. 
 
 ALL. We're exceedingly polite, 
 
 And he thinks it only right 
 To return the compliment. 
 CAPT. Bad language or abuse, 
 
 I never, never use, 
 Whatever the emergency ; 
 Though "bother it," I may 
 Occasionally say, 
 I never use a big, big D . 
 ALL. What, never ! 
 
 CAPT. No, never? 
 
 ALL. What, never? 
 
 CAPT. Hardly ever ! 
 
 ALL. Hardly ever swears a big, big D ; 
 
 Then give three cheers, and one cheer more 
 For the well-bred Captain of the " Pinafore !" 
 
 (After Song, exeunt all but CAPTAIN". Enter LITTLE BUTTERCUP.) 
 
 BUT. {Recit.} Sir, you are sadthe silent eloquence 
 
 Of yonder tear that trembles on your eyelash 
 Proclaims a sorrow far more deep than common ; 
 Confide in me fear not I am a mother ! 
 
 CAPT. Yes, Little Buttercup, I'm sad and sorry- 
 My daughter Josephine, the fairest flower 
 That ever blossomed on ancestral timber, 
 Is sought in marriage by Sir Joseph Porter, 
 Our Admiralty's First Lord, but for some reason 
 She does not seem to tackle kindly to it. 
 
 BUT. (With emotion?) Ah, poor Sir Joseph ! Ah, I know too Weil 
 The anguish of a heart that loves but vainly ! 
 But see, here comes your most attractive daughter. 
 I go. Farewell ! [Exit. 
 
 CAPT. (Looking after her.) A plump and pleasing person ! 
 
 (Enter JOSEPHINE, tivinitig some flowers which she carries in a small 
 basket.) 
 
 BALLAD JOSEPHINE. 
 
 Sorry her lot who loves too well, 
 
 Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly, 
 Sad are the sighs that own the spell, 
 Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly ; 
 Heavy the sorrow that bows the head 
 When love is alive and hope is dead ! 
 
 Sad is the hour when sets the sun 
 
 Dark is the night to earth's poor daughters,
 
 When to the ark the wearied one 
 
 Flies from the empty waste of waters ! 
 Heavy the sorrow that bows the head 
 When love is alive and hope is dead ! 
 
 CAPT. My child, I grieve to see that you are a prey to melan- 
 choly. You should look your best to-day, for Sir Joseph Porter, 
 K. C. B., will be here this afternoon to claim your promised 
 hand. 
 
 Jos. Ah, father, your words cut me to the quick. I can es- 
 teem reverence venerate Sir Joseph, for he is a great and good 
 man ; but oh I cannot love him ! My heart is already given. 
 
 CAPT. (Aside.) It is then as I feared. (Aloud.) Given ? And 
 to whom ? Not to some gilded lordling ? 
 
 Jos. No, father the object of my love is no lordling. Oh, 
 pity me, for he is but a humble sailor on board your own ship ! 
 
 CAPT. Impossible ! 
 
 Jos. Yes, it is true too true ! 
 
 CAPT. A common sailor ? oh fie ! 
 
 Jos. I blush for the weakness that allows me to cherish such a 
 passion. I hate myself when I think of the depth to which I have 
 stooped in permitting myself to think tenderly of one so ignobly 
 born, but I love him ! I love him ! I love him ! 
 
 CAPT. Come, my child, let us talk this over. In a matter of 
 the heart I would not coerce my daughter I attach but little value 
 to rank or wealth, but the line must be drawn somewhere. A man 
 in that station may be brave and worthy, but at every step he 
 would commit solecisms that society would never pardon. % 
 
 Jos. Oh, I have thought of this night and day. But fear not, 
 father : I have a heart, and therefore I love ; but I am your 
 daughter, and therefore I am proud. Though I carry my love 
 with me to the tomb, he shall never, never know it. 
 
 CAPT. You are my daughter, after all. But see, Sir Joseph's 
 barge approaches, manned by twelve trusty oarsmen and accom- 
 panied by the admiring crowd of female relatives that attend him 
 wherever he goes. Retire, my daughter, to your cabin take this, 
 his photograph, with you it may help to bring you to a more 
 reasonable frame of mind. 
 
 Jos. My own thoughtful father ! 
 
 (Embrace and exit. CAPTAIN remains?) 
 
 BARCAROLE. (Invisible.) 
 
 Over the bright blue sea 
 
 Comes Sir Joseph Porter, K. C. B., 
 
 Wherever he may go 
 
 Bang-bang the loud nine-pounders go ! 
 
 Shout o'er the bright blue sea 
 
 For Sir Joseph Porter, K. C. B. ! 
 
 (During this the crew have entered on tiptoe, listening attentively to 
 the song.)
 
 CHORUS OF SAILORS. 
 
 We sail the ocean blue, 
 
 And our saucy ship's a beauty, 
 We're sober men and true, 
 
 And attentive to our duty. 
 We're smart and sober men, 
 
 And quite devoid of fe-ar, 
 In all the Royal N. 
 
 None are so smart as we are. 
 
 (Enter SIR JOSEPH'S FEMALE RELATIVES. They dance round stage.) 
 
 REL. Gayly tripping, 
 
 Lightly skipping, 
 
 Flock the maidens to the shipping. 
 SAILORS. Flags and guns and pennants dipping ! 
 
 All the ladies love the shipping. 
 REL. Sailors sprightly, 
 
 Always rightly, 
 
 Welcome ladies so politely ; 
 SAILORS. Ladies who can smile so brightly, 
 
 Sailors welcome most politely. 
 
 Enter SIR JOSEPH -with COUSIN HEBE.) 
 
 CAPT. (from Poop}. Now give three cheers, I'll lead the way, 
 ALL. Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! hurray ! 
 
 Repeat. 
 
 SONG SIR JOSEPH. 
 
 I am the monarch of the sea, 
 The ruler of the Queen's navee, 
 Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants. 
 COUSIN HEBE. And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his 
 
 aunts ! 
 REL. And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his 
 
 aunts ! 
 
 SIR JOSEPH.- When at anchor here I ride, 
 My bosom swells with pride, 
 And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts ; 
 COUSIN HEBE. And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his 
 
 aunts ! 
 ALL. And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his 
 
 aunts ! 
 SIR JOSEPH. But when the breezes blow, 
 
 I generally go below, 
 
 And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants ! 
 COUSIN HEBE. And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his 
 
 aunts ! 
 ALL. And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his 
 
 aunts ! 
 
 His sisters and his cousins, 
 Whom he reckons up by dozens, 
 And his aunts !
 
 10 
 
 SONG SIR JOSEPH. 
 
 When I was a lad I served a term 
 
 As office boy to an attorney's firm. 
 
 I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor, 
 
 And I polished up the handle of the big front door. 
 I polished up that handle so carefullee, 
 That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee ! 
 
 Chorus : He polished, etc. 
 
 As office boy I made such a mark 
 That they gave me the post of a junior clerk. 
 I served the writs with a smile so bland, 
 And I copied all the letters in a big, round hand ; 
 I copied all the letters in a hand so free, 
 That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee ! 
 
 Clwrns : He copied, etc. 
 
 In serving writs I made such a name, 
 
 That an articled clerk I soon became ; 
 
 I wore clean collars and a bran new suit, 
 
 For the pass examination at the Institute. 
 
 And that pass examination did so well for me, 
 That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee ! 
 
 Chorus : And that pass examination, eu 
 
 Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip, 
 
 That they took me into partnership. 
 
 And that junior partnership, I ween, 
 
 Was the only ship that I ever had seen. 
 But that kind of a ship so suited me, 
 That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee ! 
 
 Chorus : But that kind, etc. 
 
 I grew so rich that I was sent 
 
 By a pocket borough into Parliament. 
 
 I always voted at my party's call, 
 
 And I never thought of thinking for myself at all. 
 I thought so little, they rewarded me 
 By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee ! 
 
 Chorus : He thought so little, etc. 
 
 Now, lansdmen all, whoever you may be, 
 If you want to rise to the top of the tree, 
 If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool, 
 Be careful to be guided by this golden rule : 
 
 Stick close to your desks, and never go to sea, 
 And you all may be Rulers of the Queen's Navee ! 
 Chorus : Stick close, etc. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. You've a remarkably fine crew. Captain Co 
 coran.
 
 11 
 
 
 
 CAPT. It is a fine crew, Sir Joseph. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. (Examining a very small midshipman}. A British 
 sailor is a splendid fellow, Captain Corcoran. 
 
 CAPT. A splendid fellow indeed, Sir Joseph. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. I hope you treat your crew kindly, Captain 
 Corcoran. 
 
 CAPT. Indeed, I hope so, Sir Joseph. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Never forget that they are the bulwarks of Eng- 
 land's greatness, Captain Corcoran. 
 
 CAPT. So I have always considered them, Sir Joseph. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. No bullying, I trust ; no strong language of any 
 kind, eh? 
 
 CAPT. Oh, never, Sir Joseph ! 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. What, never! 
 
 CAPT. Hardly ever, Sir Joseph. They are an excellent crew, 
 and do their work thoroughly without it. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. (Reproving). Don't patronize them, Sir pray 
 don't patronize them. 
 
 CAPT. Certainly not, Sir Joseph. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. That you are their Captain is an accident of birth. 
 I cannot permit these noble fellows to be patronized because an 
 accident of birth has placed you above them and them below yu. 
 
 CAPT. I am the last person to insult a British sailor, Sir 
 Joseph. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. You are the last person who did, Captain Corcoran. 
 Desire that splendid seaman to step forward. 
 
 CAPT. Ralph Rackstraw, come here. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. (Sfemfy). If what ? 
 
 CAPT. I beg your pardon 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. If yo\iplease. 
 
 CAPT. Oh, yes, of course, if you please. (RALPH steps for- 
 ward. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. You're a remarkably fine fellow. 
 
 RALPH. Yes, your honor. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. And a first-rate seaman I'll be bound. 
 
 RALPH. There's not a smarter topman in the navy, your honor, 
 though I say it who shouldn't. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Not at all. Proper self-respect, nothing more. 
 Can you dance a hornpipe ? 
 
 RALPH. No, your honor. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. That's a pity. All sailors should dance hornpipes. 
 I will teach you one this evening, after dinner. Now tell me 
 don't be afraid how does your captain treat you, eh ? 
 
 RALPH. A better captain don't walk the deck, your honor. 
 
 ALL. Hear ! 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Good. I like to hear you speak well of your com- 
 manding officer ; I dare say he don't deserve it, but still it does you 
 credit. Can you sing ? 
 
 RALPH. I can hum a little, your honor. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Then hum this at your leisure. (Giving him MS. 
 Music). It is a song that I have composed for the use of the Royal 
 Navy. It is designed to encourage independence of thought and 
 action in the lower branches of the service, and to teach the princi- 
 ple that a British sailor is any man's equal, excepting mine. Now, 
 Captain Corcoran, a word with you in your cabin, on a tender and 
 sentimental subject.
 
 CAPT. Aye, aye, Sir Joseph. Boatswain, in commemoration 
 of this joyous occasion, see that extra grog is served out to the 
 chip's company at seven bells. 
 
 BOAT. Beg pardon. If what, your honor ? 
 
 CAPT. If what ? I don't thing I understand you. 
 
 BOAT. If you please, your honor. 
 
 CAPT. What ! 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. The gentleman is quite right. If you. please. 
 
 CAPT. (Stamping his foot impatiently.') If you please ! 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. For I hold that on the seas 
 
 The expression " if you please " 
 
 A particularly gentlemanly tone implants. 
 COUSIN HEBE. And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his 
 
 aunts ! 
 
 VLL. And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his 
 
 aunts ! 
 
 (Exeunt CAPTAIN, SIR JOSEPH, and RELATIVE'S.) 
 
 BOAT. Ah ! Sir Joseph's a true gentleman ; courteous and 
 considerate to the very humblest. 
 
 RALPH. True, Boatswain, but we are not the very humblest. 
 Sic Joseph has explained our true position to us. As he says, a 
 British seaman is any man's equal excepting his ; and if Sir Joseph 
 says that, is it not our duty to believe him ? 
 
 ALL. Well spoke ! well spoke ! 
 
 DICK. You're on a wrong tack, and so is he. He means well, 
 but he don't know. When people have to obey other people's 
 orders, equality's out of the question. 
 
 ALL. (Recoiling.') Horrible ! horrible ! 
 
 BOAT. Dick Deadeye, if you go for to infuriate this here ship's 
 crew too far, I won't answer for being able to hold 'em in. I'm 
 shocked ! that's what I am shocked ! 
 
 RALPH. Messmates, my mind's made up. I'll speak to the 
 captain's daughter, and tell her, like an honest man, of the honest 
 love I have for her. 
 
 ALL. Hurrah ! 
 
 RALPH. Is not my love as good as another's ? Is not my heart 
 as true as another's ? Have I not hands and eyes and ears and 
 limbs like another? 
 
 ALL. Aye, aye ! 
 
 RALPH. True, I lack birth 
 
 BOAT. You've a berth on board this very ship. 
 
 RALPH. Well said I had forgotten that. Messmates what do 
 you say ? do you approve my determination ? 
 
 ALL. We do. 
 
 DICK. / don't. 
 
 BOAT. What is to be done with this here hopeless chap ? Let 
 us sing him the song that Sir Joseph has kindly composed for us. 
 Perhaps it will bring this here miserable creetur to a proper state 
 A mind. 
 
 [>LEE RALPH, BOATSWAIN and BOATSWAIN'S MATE, and CHORUS. 
 
 A British tar is a soaring soul, 
 As free_ as a mountain bird.
 
 13 
 
 His energetic fist should be ready to resist 
 A dictatorial word. 
 
 His nose should pant and his lip should curl, 
 His cheeks should flame and his brow should furl, 
 His bosom should heave and his heart should glow, 
 And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow. 
 
 Chorus : His nose should pant, etc. 
 
 His eyes should flash with an inborn fire, 
 
 His brow with scorn be wrung ; 
 He never should bow down to a domineering frown, 
 
 Or the tang of a tyrant tongue. 
 His foot should stamp and his throat should growl, 
 His hair should twirl and his face should scowl ; 
 His eyes should flash and his breast protrude, 
 And this should be his customary attitude ! 
 
 Chorus : His foot should stamp, etc. 
 
 (All exeunt excepting RALPH, who remains, leaning- pensively against 
 bulwark.) 
 
 (Enter JOSEPHINE.) 
 
 Jos. It is useless Sir Joseph's attentions nauseate me. I 
 know that he is a truly great and good man, but to me he seems 
 tedious, fretful, and dictatorial. Yet his must be a mind of no 
 common order, or he would not dare to teach my dear father to 
 dance a hornpipe on the cabin table. (Sees RALPH.) Ralph Rack- 
 straw ! (Overcome by emotion.) 
 
 RALPH. Aye, lady no other than poor Ralph Rackstraw. 
 
 Jos. (Aside.) How my heart beats ! (Aloud.) And why poor, 
 Ralph ? 
 
 RALPH. I am poor in happiness, lady rich only in unrest. In 
 me there meet a combination of elements which are at eternal war 
 with one another. Driven hither and thither wafted one moment 
 into blazing day, by mocking hope plunged the next into the 
 darkness of despair, I am but a living embodiment of positive 
 contradictions. I hope I make myself clear, lady ? 
 
 Jos. Perfectly. (Aside.) His simple eloquence goes to my 
 heart. Oh, if I dared but no, the thought is madness ! (Aloud.) 
 Dismiss these foolish fancies, they torture you but needlessly. 
 Come, make one effort. 
 
 RALPH. (Aside.) I will one. (Aloud^) Josephine ! 
 
 Jos. (Indignantly.) Sir ! 
 
 RALPH. Aye, even though Jove's armory were launched at the 
 head of the audacious mortal whose lips dared to breathe that pre- 
 cious word, yet would I breathe it once, and then perchance be 
 silent evermore. Josephine, I am a British sailor, and I love you ! 
 
 Jos. Sir, this audacity ! (Aside.) Oh my heart, my heart ! 
 (Aloud.) This unwarrantable presumption on the part of a com- 
 mon sailor ! (Aside.) Common ! oh, the irony of the world ! 
 (Aloud.) Oh, sir, you forget the disparity in our ranks.
 
 14 
 
 RALPH. I forget nothing, haughty lady. I love you desperately. 
 Give me hope, or drive me to despair. I have spoken and I wait 
 your word. 
 
 Jos. You shall not wait long. Your proffered love I haughtily 
 reject. Go, sir, and learn to cast your eyes on some village maiden 
 in your own poor rank they should be lowered before your cap- 
 tain's daughter ! 
 
 DUET JOSEPHINE and RALPH. 
 
 Jos. Refrain, audacious tar, 
 
 Your suit from pressing, 
 Remember what you are, 
 
 And whom addressing ! 
 Proud lords do seek my hand 
 
 In throngs assemble, 
 The loftiest in the land 
 
 Bow down and tremble ! 
 (Aside.) I'd laugh my rank to scorn 
 
 In union holy, 
 Were he more highly born 
 
 Or I more lowly ? 
 RALPH. Proud lady, have your way, 
 
 Unfeeling beauty ! 
 You speak and I obey, 
 
 It is my duty ! 
 I am the lowliest tar 
 
 That sails the water, 
 And you, proud maiden, are 
 
 My captain's daughter ! 
 (Asidf.) My heart with anguish torn 
 
 Bows down before her, 
 She laughs my love to scorn; 
 
 Yet I adore her ! 
 
 Exit JOSEPHINE.) 
 
 RALPH, (fiecit.) Can I survive this overbearing, 
 Or live a life of mad despairing, 
 My proffered love despised, rejected ? 
 No, no, it's not to be expected ! 
 
 (Calling off.) 
 
 Messmates, ahoy ! 
 Come here ! 
 
 Come here ! 
 
 (Enter SAILORS, HEBE and RELATIVES.) 
 
 ALL. Aye, aye, my boy, 
 
 What cheer, what cheer ? 
 
 Now, tell us pray, 
 
 Without delay, 
 
 What does she say 
 What cheer, what cheer ?
 
 RALPH (to COUSIN HEBE). 
 
 The maiden treats my suit with scorn, 
 
 Rejects my humble love, my lady, 
 She says I am ignobly born, 
 
 And cuts my hopes adrift, my lady. 
 ALL. Oh, cruel one ! 
 
 DICK. She spurns your suit ? Oho ! Oho ! 
 
 I told you so, I told you so. 
 SAILORS and RELATIVES. 
 
 Shall | t f y j- submit ? Are j t f y | but slaves ? 
 
 Love comes alike to high and low ; 
 Britannia's sailors rule the waves, 
 
 And shall they stoop to insult ? no ! 
 DICK. You must submit, you are but slaves ; 
 
 A lady she ! Oho ! Oho ! 
 You lowly toilers of the waves, 
 
 She spurns you all I told you so ! 
 
 (Goes o/.*) 
 RALPH. (Drawing a pistol. ) 
 
 My friends, my leave of life I'm taking, 
 For oh, for oh, my heart is breaking ! 
 When I am gone, oh, prithee, tell 
 The maid that, as I died, I loved her well ! 
 
 (Loading it.) 
 ALL. (Turning away, weeping?) 
 
 Of life, alas, his leave he's taking ! 
 
 For ah ! his faithful heart is breaking. 
 
 When he is gone, we'll surely tell 
 
 The maid that, as he died, he loved her well. 
 
 (During CHORUS he has loaded pistol.) 
 
 RALPH. Be warned, my messmates, all 
 
 Who love in rank above you, 
 For Josephine I fall ! 
 
 (Puts pistol to his /lead. All the sailors stop their ears.~) 
 (Enter JOSEPHINE.) 
 
 Jos. Ah ! stay your hand ! I love you ! 
 
 ALL. Ah ! stay your hand she loves you ! 
 
 RALPH. (Incredulously.) Loves me ? 
 Jos. Loves you ! 
 
 ALL. Yes, yes : ah, yes ! she loves you ! 
 
 ENSEMBLE. 
 
 SAILORS and RELATIVES, and JOSEPHINE. 
 O joy ! O rapture, unforeseen ! 
 For now the sky is all serene. 
 The god of day, the orb of love, 
 Has hung his ensign high above ; 
 
 The sky is all ablaze. 
 With wooing words and loving song, 
 We'll chase the lagging hours along,
 
 And if 
 
 the maiden 
 
 Jos. 
 
 HEBE. 
 
 RALPH. 
 
 Jos. 
 
 HEBE. 
 
 RALPH. 
 
 Jos. 
 
 RALPH. 
 
 BOAT. 
 
 Jos. 
 
 RALPH. 
 
 BOAT. 
 
 ALL. 
 
 we fitti 
 
 * W '11 f murmur forth decorous joy 
 In dreamy roundelays ! 
 
 DICK DEADEYE. 
 
 He thinks he's won his Josephine, 
 But though the sky is now serene, 
 A frowning thunderbolt above 
 May end their ill-assorted love 
 
 Which now is all ablaze. 
 Our captain, ere the day is gone, 
 Will be extremely down upon 
 The wicked men, who art employ 
 To make his Josephine his coy 
 In many various ways. 
 
 This very night, 
 With bated breath 
 And muffled oar, 
 Without a light, 
 As still as death, 
 We'll steal ashore. 
 A clergyman 
 Shall make us one 
 At half-past ten, 
 And then we can 
 Return, for none 
 Can part us then ! 
 This very night, etc. 
 
 (DlCK appears?) 
 
 DICK. Forbear, nor carry out the scheme you've planned, 
 She is a lady you a foremast hand ! 
 Remember, she's your gallant captain's daughter, 
 And yon the meanest slave that crawls the water ! 
 ALL Back, vermin, back, 
 
 Nor mock us ! 
 Back, vermin, back, 
 
 You shock us ! 
 
 Let's give three cheers for the sailor's bride 
 Who casts all thought of rank aside 
 Who gives up house and fortune too 
 For the honest love of a sailor true ! 
 
 For a British tar is a soaring soul 
 
 As free as a mountain bird ; 
 His energetic fist should be ready to resist 
 
 A dictatorial word ! 
 
 His foot should stamp and his throat should growl, 
 His hair should twirl and his face should scowl, 
 His eyes should flash and his breast protrude, 
 And this should be his customary attitude. 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 END OF ACT I.
 
 II. 
 
 Same Scene. Night. CAPTAIN discovered singing, and accompany- 
 ing himself on a mandolin. LITTLE BUTTERCUP seated on 
 quarter-deck, gazing sentimentally at him. 
 
 SONG CAPTAIN. 
 Fair moon, to thee I sing, 
 
 Bright regent of the heavens, 
 Say, why is everything 
 
 Either at sixes or at sevens ? 
 I have lived, hitherto, 
 
 Free from the breath of slander, 
 ^ Beloved by all my crew 
 
 A really popular commander. 
 But now my kindly crew rebel, 
 
 My daughter to a tar is partial, 
 Sir Joseph storms, and sad to tell, 
 
 He threatens a court martial ! 
 Fair moon, to thee I sing, 
 
 Bright regent of the heavens, 
 Say, why is everything 
 
 Either at sixes or at sevens ? 
 
 BUT. How sweetly he carols forth his melody to the unconscious 
 moon! Of whom is he thinking? Of some high-born beauty? 
 It may be ! (Sighing.} Who is poor little Buttercup that she 
 should expect his glance to fall on one so lowly ! And yet if he 
 knew 
 
 CAPT. Ah ! Little Buttercup, still on board ? That is not quite 
 right, little one. It would have been more respectable to have 
 gone on shore at dusk. 
 
 BUT. True, dear Captain but the recollection of your sad pale 
 face seemed to chain me to the ship. I would fain see you smile 
 before I go. 
 
 CAPT. Ah ! Little Buttercup, I fear it will be long before I 
 recover my accustomed cheerfulness, for misfortunes crowd upon 
 me, and all my old friends seemed to have turned against me ! 
 
 BUT. Oh, no; do not say "all," dear Captain. That were 
 unjust to one, at least. 
 
 CAPT. True, for you are stanch to me. (Aside.) If ever I gave 
 my heart again, methinks it would be to such an one as this ! 
 (Aloud.) I am touched to the heart by your innocent regard for 
 me, and were we differently situated, I think I could have returned 
 it. But as it is, I fear I can never be more to you than a friend. 
 
 BUT. (Change of manner.) I understand ! You hold aloof from 
 me because you are rich and lofty, and I, poor and lowly. But 
 take care ! The poor bumboat woman has gypsy blood in her 
 veins, and she can read destinies. There is a change in store for 
 you. 
 
 CAPT. A change 1 
 BUT. Aye, be prepared '
 
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 DUET LITTLE BUTTERCUP and CAPTAIN. 
 
 BUT. Things are seldom what they seem, 
 Skim-milk masquerades as cream ; 
 Highlows pass as patent leathers, 
 Jackdaws strut in peacock's feathers. 
 
 CAPT. (puzzled). Very true, 
 So they do. 
 
 BUT. Black sheep dwell in every fold, 
 All that glitters is not gold ; 
 Storks turn out to be but logs, 
 Bulls are but inflated frogs. 
 
 GAPT. {puzzled}. So they be, 
 Frequentlee. 
 
 BUT. Drops the wind and stops the mill ; 
 
 Turbot is ambitious brill ; 
 
 Gild the farthing if you will, 
 
 But it is a farthing still. 
 CAPT. {puzzled}. Yes, I know, 
 That is so. 
 
 CAPT. Though to catch your drift I'm striving, 
 
 It is shady ; it is shady ; 
 I don't see at what you're driving, 
 
 Mystic lady, mystic lady. 
 (Aside} Stern conviction's o'er me stealing, 
 That the mystic lady's dealing 
 In oracular revealing. 
 
 BUT. (asidf). Stern conviction's o'er him stealing, 
 That the mystic lady's dealing 
 In oracular revealing. 
 BOTH. Yes, I know 
 
 That is so. 
 
 CAPT. Though I'm anything but clever, 
 I could talk like that forever ; 
 Once a cat was killed by care, 
 Only brave deserve the fair. 
 
 BUT. Very true, 
 
 So they do. 
 
 CAPT. Wink is often good as nod ; 
 
 Spoils the child who spares the rod ; 
 Thirsty lambs run foxy dangers, 
 Dogs are found in many mangers. 
 
 BUT. Frequentlee, 
 
 I agree. 
 
 CAPT. Paw of cat the chestnut snatches, 
 
 Worn-out garments show new patches ; 
 Only count the chick that hatches ; 
 Men are grown up catchy-catchies. 
 
 BUT. Yes, I know, 
 
 That is so.
 
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 (A si <ie.~) Though to catch my drift he's striving, 
 
 I'll dissemble I'll dissemble ; 
 When he sees at what I'm driving, 
 Let him tremble let him tremble ! 
 
 ENSEMBLE. 
 
 Though a mystic tone \ 1 borrow, 
 
 V 11 f " earn tfte trut h w i tn sorrow, 
 
 Here to-day and gone to-morrow ; 
 
 Yes, I know 
 
 That is so. 
 
 (At the eiut. exit LITTLK BUTTERCUP, 
 
 CAPT. Incomprehensible as her utterances are, I nevertheless 
 feel that they are dictated by sincere regard for me. But to what 
 new misery is she referring ? Time alone can tell ! 
 
 (Enter SIR JOSEPH.) 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Captain Corcoran, I am much disappointed with 
 your daughter. In fact, I don't think she will do. 
 
 CAPT. She won't do, Sir Joseph ! 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. I'm afraid not. The fact is, that although I have 
 urged my suit with as much eloquence as is consistent with an 
 official utterance, I have done so, hitherto, without success. How 
 do you account for this ? 
 
 CAPT. Really, Sir Joseph, I hardly know. Josephine is of 
 course sensible of your condescension. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. She naturally would be. 
 
 CAPT. But perhaps your exalted rank dazzles her. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. You think it does ? 
 
 CAPT. I can hardly say ; but she is a modest girl, and her social 
 position is far below your own. It may be that she feels she is not 
 worthy of you. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. That is really a very sensible suggestion, and dis- 
 plays more knowledge of human nature than I had given you 
 credit for. 
 
 CAPT. See, she comes. If your lordship would kindly reason 
 with her, and assure her officially that it is a standing rule at the 
 Admiralty that love levels all ranks, her respect for an official 
 utterance might induce her to look upon your offer in its propef 
 light. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. It is not unlikely. I will adopt your suggestion. 
 But soft, she is here. Let us withdraw, and watch our opportunity. 
 
 (Enter JOSEPHINE. FIRST LORD retires up and watt he s her.) 
 SCENA JOSEPHINE. 
 
 The hours creep on apace, 
 My guilty heart is quaking !
 
 Oh, that I might retrace 
 
 The step that I am taking. 
 It's folly it were easy to be showing, 
 What I am giving up and whither going. 
 
 On the one hand, papa's luxurious home, 
 Hung with ancestral armor and old brasses, 
 
 Carved oak and tapestry from distant Rome, 
 Rare " blue and white " Venetian finger glasses, 
 
 Rich Oriental rugs, luxurious sofa pillows, 
 
 And everything that isn't old, from Gillow's. 
 
 And on the other, a dark dingy room, 
 
 In some back street with stuffy children crying, 
 
 Where organs yell, and clacking housewives fume, 
 And clothes are hanging out all day a-drying. 
 
 With one cracked looking-glass to see your face in, 
 
 And dinner served tip in a pudding basin ! 
 
 A simple sailor, lowly born, 
 Unlettered and unknown, 
 
 Who toils for bread from early morn 
 Till half the night has flown ! 
 
 No golden rank can he impart 
 No wealth of house or land 
 
 No fortune save his trusty heart 
 And honest brown right hand ! 
 And yet he is so wondrous fair 
 That love for one so passing rare, 
 So peerless in his manly beauty, 
 Were little else than solemn duty ! 
 Oh, god of love, and god of reason, say, 
 Which of you twain shall my poor heart obey ? 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Madame, it has been represented to me that you 
 are appalled by my exalted rank. I desire to convey to you 
 officially, my assurance that if your hesitation is attributable to 
 that circumstance, it is uncalled for. 
 
 Jos. Oh ! then your lordship is of opinion that married happi- 
 ness is not inconsistent with discrepancy in rank ? 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. I am officially of that opinion. 
 
 Jos. That the high and the lowly may be truly happy together, 
 provided that they truly love one another ? 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Madame, I desire to convey to you officially, my 
 opinion that love is a platform upon which all ranks meet. 
 
 Jos. I thank you, Sir Joseph. I did hesitate, but I will hesitate 
 no longer. (Aside.} He little thinks how eloquently he has pleaded 
 his rival's cause. 
 
 (CAPTAIN has entered ; during this speech he comes down.)
 
 21 
 
 TRIO FIRST LORD, CAPTAIN, and JOSEPHINE. 
 
 CAPT. Never mind the why and wherefore, 
 
 Love can level ranks, and therefore, 
 Though his lordship's station's mighty. 
 
 Though stupendous be his brain, 
 Though your tastes are mean and flighty 
 
 And your fortune poor and plain, 
 CAPT. and Ring the merry bells on board ship, 
 SIR JOSEPH. Rend the air with warbling wild, 
 
 For the union of } m .^ [ lordship 
 
 With a humble captain's child ! 
 CAPT. For a humble captain's daughter 
 
 Jos. (aside). For a gallant captain's daughter. 
 SIR JOSEPH. And a lord who rules the water 
 Jos. (aside). And a tor who ploughs the water 
 ALL. Let the air with joy be laden, 
 
 Rend with songs the air above, 
 For the union of a maiden 
 
 With the man who owns her love ! 
 SIR JOSEPH. Never mind the why and wherefore, 
 Love can level ranks, and therefore, 
 Though your nautical relation (alluding to CAPT. 
 
 In my set could scarcely pass, 
 Though you occupy a station 
 
 In the lower middle class, 
 
 CAPT. and Ring the merry bells on board ship, 
 SIR JOSEPH. Rend the air with warbling wild, 
 
 For the union of ] "??- [ lordship 
 
 With a humble captain's child ! 
 IST LORD. For a humble captain's daughter, 
 Jos. (aside}. For a gallant captain's daughter, 
 CAPT. And a lord who rules the water, 
 
 Jos. (asiiit-}. And a far who ploughs the water ! 
 ALL. Let the air with joy be laden, 
 
 Fill with songs the air above, 
 For the union of a maiden 
 
 With the man who owns her love. 
 
 Jos. Never mind the why and wherefore, 
 
 Love can level ranks, and therefore 
 I admit its jurisdiction ; 
 
 Ably have you played your part ; 
 You have carried firm conviction 
 
 To my hesitating heart. 
 
 CAPT. and Ring the merry bells on board ship, 
 SIR JOSEPH. Rend the air with warbling wild, 
 
 For the union of -j ,-' > lordship 
 
 With a humble captain's child ! 
 
 CAPT. and SIR JOSEPH. For a humble captain's daughter. 
 Jos. (aside). For a gallant captain's daughter,
 
 CAPT. and SIR JOSEPH. And a lord who rules the water, 
 Jos. (aside). And a tar who ploughs the water, 
 
 (Aloiid.) Let the air with joy be laden. 
 
 CAPT. and SIR JOSEPH. Ring the merry bells on board ship, 
 Jos. For the union of a maiden. 
 
 CAPT. and SIR JOSEPH. For her union with his lordship. 
 ALL. Rend with songs the air above 
 
 For the man who owns her love ! (Exit Jos.) 
 
 CAPT. Sir Joseph, I cannot express to you my delight at the 
 happy result of your eloquence. Your argument was unanswer- 
 able. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Captain Corcoran, it is one of the happiest char- 
 acteristics of this happy country that official utterances are invari- 
 ably regarded as unanswerable. (-Exit SIR JOSEPH.) 
 
 CAPT. At last my fond hopes are to be crowned. My only 
 daughter is to be the bride of a Cabinet Minister. The prospect is 
 Elysian. (During this speech, DICK DEADEYE has entered,} 
 
 DICK. Captain ! 
 
 CAPT. Deadeye ! You here? Don't! (Recoiling from Aim.) 
 
 DICK. Ah, don't shrink from me, Captain ! I'm unpleasant to 
 look at, and my name's agin me, but I ain't as bad as I seem. 
 
 CAPT. What would you with me ? 
 
 DICK. (Mysteriottsly.) I'm come to give you warning. 
 
 CAPT. Indeed ! Do you propose to leave the navy then ? 
 
 DICK. No, no, you misunderstand me ; listen ! 
 
 DUET CAPTAIN and DICK DEADEYE. 
 
 DICK. Kind Captain, I've" important information, 
 
 Sing hey, the kind commander that you are, 
 About a certain intimate relation, 
 
 Sing hey, the merry maiden and the tar. 
 
 BOTH. The merry, merry maiden and the tar. 
 
 CAPT. Good fellow, in conundrums you are speaking, 
 
 Sing hey, the mystic sailor that you are. 
 
 The answer to them vainly I am seeking ; 
 
 Sing hey, the merry maiden and the tar. 
 
 BOTH. The merry, merry maiden and the tar. 
 
 DICK. Kind Captain, your young lady is a sighing, 
 Sing hey, the simple captain that you are, 
 This very night with Rackstraw to be flying ; 
 Sing hey, the merry maiden and the tar. 
 
 BOTH. The merry, merry maiden and the tar. 
 
 CAPT. Good fellow, you have given timely warning, 
 Sing hey, the thoughtful sailor that you are, 
 I'll talk to Master Rackstraw in the morning : 
 Sing hey, the cat-o'-nine-tails and the tar ! 
 
 (Producing a 
 BOTH. The merry cat-o'-nine-tails and the tar ! 
 
 "cat.")
 
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 CAPT. Dick Deadeye, I thank you for your warning. I will at 
 once take means to arrest their flight. This boat-cloak will afford 
 me ample disguise. So ! (Envelops himself in a mysterious cloak, 
 holding it before his face.) 
 
 DICK. Ha, ha ! They are foiled foiled foiled ! 
 
 (Enter CREW on tiptoe, with RALPH and BOATSWAIN, meeting JOSE- 
 PHINE, who enters from cabin on tiptoe with bundle of necessaries, 
 and accompanied by LITTLE BUTTERCUP. The CAPTAIN, shrouded 
 in his boat-cloak, takes stage, unnoticed.') 
 
 ENSEMBLE. 
 
 Carefully on tiptoe stealing, 
 
 Breathing gently as we may, 
 Every step with caution feeling, 
 
 We will softly steal away. 
 
 (CAPTAIN stamps,) Chord. 
 
 ALL. (Much alarmed.) Goodness me 
 
 Why, what was that ? 
 DICK. Silent be, 
 
 It was the cat ! 
 
 ALL. (Reassured.) It was it was the cat \ 
 CAPT. (Producing cat-o -nine-tails . ) 
 
 They're right, it was the cat ! 
 Pull ashore, in fashion steady, 
 Hymen will defray the fare, 
 For a clergyman is ready 
 To unite the happy pair ! 
 
 (Stamp as before, and chord,) 
 
 Goodness me, 
 
 Why, what was that ? 
 DICK. Silent be, 
 
 Again the cat ! 
 
 ALL. It was again that cat ! 
 
 CAPT. (Aside.) They're right it was the cat ! 
 
 CAST. (Throwing off chat.) Hold! (All start.) 
 Pretty daughter of mine, 
 I insist upon knowing 
 Where you may be going 
 With these sons of the brine ; 
 For my excellent crew, 
 Though foes they could thump any, 
 Are scarcely fit company, 
 My daughter, for you. 
 CREW. Now hark at that, do ! 
 
 Though foes we could thump any, 
 We are scarcely fit company 
 
 For a lady like you ! 
 RALPH. Proud officer, that haughty lip uncurl ! 
 
 Vain man, suppress that supercilious sneer,
 
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 For I have dared to love your matchless girl, 
 
 A fact well known to all my messmates here '. 
 CAPT. Oh, horror ! 
 
 RALPH and Jos. ] ' > humble, poor and lowly born, 
 
 The meanest in the port division 
 
 The butt of epauletted scorn 
 The mark of quarter-deck derision 
 
 Hafl dared to raise j 7 | wormy eyes, 
 
 Above the dust to which you'd mould ] , 
 
 In manhood's glorious pride to rise. 
 
 ^ | an Englishman-behold | - m ! , 
 
 ALL. He is an Englishman ! 
 
 BOAT. He is an Englishman ! 
 
 For he himself has said it ! 
 And it's greatly to his credit, 
 
 That he is an Englishman ! 
 ALL. That he is an Englishman I 
 
 BOAT. For he might have been a Roosian, 
 
 A French, or Turk or Proosian, 
 
 Or perhaps Itali-an ! 
 ALL. Or perhaps Itali-an ! 
 
 BOAT. But in spite of all temptations, 
 
 To belong to other nations, 
 
 He remains an Englishman ! 
 ALL. Hurrah ! 
 
 For the true born Englishman ! 
 
 CAPT. (Trying to repress his anger. ,) 
 
 In uUering a reprobation 
 
 To any British tar, 
 I try to speak with moderation, 
 
 But you have gone too far. 
 I'm very sorry to disparage 
 
 A humble foremast lad, 
 But to seek your captain's child in marriage. 
 
 Why, damme, it's too bad ! 
 
 (During this COUSIN HEBE and FEMALE RELATIVES have entered.} 
 
 
 
 ALL. (Shocked.) Oh ! 
 
 CAPT. Yes, damme, it's too bad ! 
 
 ALL. Oh ! 
 
 CAPTAIN and DICK DEADEYE. Yes, damme, it's too bad ! 
 
 (During (his SIR JOSEPH has appeared on deck. He is horrified at the 
 bad language, .)
 
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 HEBE. Did you hear him, did you hear him ? 
 
 Oh, the monster overbearing ! 
 Don't go near him, don't go near him. 
 
 He is swearing, he is swearing. 
 SIR JOSEPH (who has come down) : 
 
 My pain and my distress, 
 I find it is not easy to express ; 
 My amazement, my surprise, 
 You may learn from the expression of my eyes ! 
 CAPT. My lord, one word : the facts are not before you, 
 
 The word was injudicious, I allow, 
 But hear my explanation, I implore you, 
 
 And you will be indignant, I avow ! 
 SIR JOSEPH. I will hear of no defence, 
 
 Attempt none if you're sensible. 
 That word of evil sense 
 
 Is wholly indefensible. 
 Go, ribald, get you hence 
 
 To your cabin with celerity. 
 This is the consequence 
 Of ill-advised asperity ! 
 
 (Exit CAPTAIX, disgraced ', followed by JOSEPHINE.) 
 
 ALL. Behold the consequence 
 
 Of ill-advised asperity ! 
 SIR JOSEPH. For I'll teach you all, erelong, 
 
 To refrain from language strong, 
 For I haven't any sympathy for ill-bred taunts ! 
 HEBE. No more have his sisters, nor his cousins, nor his aunts. 
 ALL. For he is an Englishman, etc. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Now, tell me, my fine fellow for you are a fine 
 fellow 
 
 RALPH. Yes, your honor. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. How came your Captain so far to forget himself? 
 I am quite sure you had given him no cause for annoyance. 
 
 RALPH. Please your honor, it was thus wise. Ycu see I'm only 
 a topman ; a mere foremast hand 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Don't be ashamed of that. Your position as a top- 
 man is a very exalted one. 
 
 RALPH. Well, your honor, love burns as brightly in the foksle 
 as it does on the quarter-deck, and Josephine is the fairest bud that 
 ever blossomed upon the tree of a poor fellow's wildest hopes. 
 (Enter JOSEPHINE ; she rushes to RALPH'S arms. SIR JOSEPH hor- 
 rified.) She's the figure-head of my ship of life ; the bright beacon 
 that guides me into my port of happiness ! 
 
 ALL. Very pretty. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Insolent sailor, you shall repent this outrage. 
 Seize him ! ( Two Marines seize him and handcuff him.) 
 
 Jos. Oh, Sir Joseph, spare him, for I love him tenderly. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Away with him ! I will teach this presumptuous 
 mariner to discipline his affections. Have you such a thing as a 
 dungeon on board ?
 
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 ALL. We have ! 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Then load him with chains and take him there at 
 once ! 
 
 OCTETTE. 
 
 RALPH. Farewell, my own ! 
 
 Light of my life, farewell ! 
 For crime unknown 
 
 I go to a dungeon cell. 
 ALL. For crime, etc. 
 
 Jos. In the mean time, farewell ! 
 
 And all alone 
 
 Rejoice in your dungeon cell ! 
 ALL. And all, etc. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. A bone, a bone, 
 
 I'll pick with this sailor fell ; 
 Let him be shown 
 
 At once to his dungeon cell. 
 ALL. Let him, etc. 
 
 BOATSWAIN, DICK DEADEYE and COUSIN HEBE. 
 He'll hear no tone 
 
 Of the maiden he loves so well ! 
 No telephone 
 
 Communicates with his cell ! 
 ALL. No telephone, etc. 
 
 BUT. (Mysteriously.) But when is known 
 
 The secret I have to tell, 
 Wide will be thrown 
 
 The door of his dungeon cell. 
 ALL. Wide will be thrown 
 
 The door of his dungeon cell. 
 
 (All repeat respective verses, ensemble. At th* end, RALPH is led 
 off in custody.} 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Josephine, I cannot tell you the distress I feel at 
 this most painful revelation. I desire to express to you, officially, 
 that I am hurt. You, whom I honored by seeking in marriage ; 
 you, the daughter of a Captain in the Royal Navy ! 
 
 BUT. Hold ! 7 have something to say to that ! 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. You ? 
 
 BUT. Yes, I ! 
 
 SONG BUTTKRCUP. 
 
 A many years ago, 
 
 When I was young and charming, 
 As some of you may know, 
 I practiced baby-farming. 
 ALL. Now this is most alarming, 
 
 When she was young and charming, 
 She practiced baby-farming, 
 
 A many years ago. 
 
 BUT. Two tender babes I nussed, 
 
 One was of low condition, 
 The other, upper crust, 
 A regular patrician.
 
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 ALL (explaining to each otJier) : 
 
 Now, this is the position : 
 One was of low condition, 
 The other a patrician, 
 A many years ago. 
 BUT. Oh, bitter is my cup ! 
 
 However could I do it ? 
 I mixed those children up, 
 
 And not a creature knew it. 
 ALL. However could you do it ? 
 
 Some day, no doubt, you'll rue it, 
 Although no creature knew it, 
 
 So many years ago. 
 BUT. In time each little waif 
 
 Forsook his foster mother ; 
 The well-born babe was Ralph, 
 
 Your captain was the other ! ! ! 
 ALL. They left their foster mother ; 
 
 The one was Ralph, our brother, 
 Our captain was the other, 
 
 A many years ago. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Then I am to understand that Captain Corcoran 
 and Ralph were exchanged in childhood's happy hour that Ralph 
 is really the Captain, and the Captain is Ralph? 
 BUT. That is the idea I intended to convey ! 
 SIR JOSEPH. Dear me ! Let them appear before me at once ! 
 
 (RALPH enters as CAPTAIN, CAPTAIN* as a common sailor. JOSEPHINE 
 rushes to his arms.) 
 
 Jos. My father a common sailor ! 
 
 CAPT. It is hard, is it not, my dear ? 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. This is a very singular occurrence ; I congratulate 
 you both. ( To RALPH.) Desire that remarkably fine seaman to 
 step forward. 
 
 RALPH. Corcoran, come here. 
 
 CAPT. If what? If y on f lease! 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Perfectly right. If you //<<./ 
 
 RALPH. Oh! If you please! (CAPTAIN steps forward.) 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. (To CAPTAIN.) You are an extremely fine fellow. 
 
 CAPTAIN. Yes, your honor. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. So it seems that you were Ralph, and Ralph was 
 you. 
 
 CAPT. So it seems, your honor. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Well, I need not tell you that after this change in 
 your condition, a marriage with your daughter will be out of the 
 question. 
 
 CAPT. Don't say that, your honor ; love levels all ranks. 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. It does to a considerable extent, but it does not 
 level them as much as that. (Handing JOSEPHINE to RALPH.) 
 Here, take her, sir, and mind you treat her kindly. 
 
 RALPH and Jos. Oh bliss, oh rapture ! 
 
 SIR JOSEPH. Sad my lot, and sorry ; 
 
 What shall I do ? I cannot live alone ! 
 
 ALL. What will he do ? he cannot live alone !
 
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