_Mr. W._ So be it! I submit! My fate is sealed. To popular opinion thus I yield! (_Falls._) Be happy all--leave me to my despair-- I go--it matters not with whom--or where! (_Gong._)
[_All quit their present partners, and rejoin their old lovers. SIR MARMADUKE leaves MRS. PARTLET, and goes to LADY SANGAZURE. ALINE leaves DR. DALY, and goes to ALEXIS. DR. DALY leaves ALINE, and goes to CONSTANCE. NOTARY leaves CONSTANCE, and goes to MRS. PARTLET. All the _Chorus_ make a corresponding change._
_Sir M._ Come to my mansion, all of you! At least We’ll crown our rapture with another feast.
SIR MARMADUKE, LADY SANGAZURE, ALEXIS, AND ALINE.
Now to the banquet we press; Now for the eggs and the ham, Now for the mustard and cress, Now for the strawberry jam!
DR. DALY, CONSTANCE, NOTARY, AND MRS. PARTLET.
Now for the tea of our host, Now for the rollicking bun, Now for the muffin and toast, Now for the gay Sally Lunn!
_AN ENTIRELY ORIGINAL NAUTICAL COMIC OPERA_, IN TWO ACTS.
_First produced at the Opera Comique Theatre, by MR. R. D’OYLY CARTE, on Saturday, May 25, 1878._
THE RT. HON. SIR JOSEPH PORTER, K.C.B., _First Lord of the Admiralty_. CAPTAIN CORCORAN, _Commanding H.M.S. Pinafore_. RALPH RACKSTRAW, _Able Seaman_. DICK DEADEYE, _Able Seaman_. BILL BOBSTAY, _Boatswain’s Mate_. BOB BECKET, _Carpenter’s Mate_. TOM TUCKER, _Midshipmite_. SERGEANT OF MARINES. JOSEPHINE, _the Captain’s Daughter_. HEBE, _Sir Joseph’s First Cousin_. LITTLE BUTTERCUP, _a Portsmouth Bumboat Woman_.
_First Lord’s Sisters_, _his Cousins_, _his Aunts_, _Sailors_, _Marines_, _etc._
SCENE: QUARTER-DECK OF H.M.S. PINAFORE, OFF PORTSMOUTH.
SCENE.--_Quarter-deck of H.M.S. Pinafore. View of Portsmouth in distance. _Sailors_, led by BOATSWAIN, discovered cleaning brasswork, splicing rope, etc._
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 o’er 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 to play.
_Enter LITTLE BUTTERCUP, with large basket on her arm._
Hail, men-o’-war’s men--safeguards of your nation, Here is an end, at last, of all privation; You’ve got your pay--spare all you can afford To welcome Little Buttercup on board.