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Song—Phyllis.

Both.

Good morrow, good lover!
Good lover, good morrow!
I prithee discover,
Steal, purchase, or borrow,
Some means of concealing
The care you are feeling,
And join in a measure
Expressive of pleasure,
For we're to be married to-day—to-day,
For we're to be married to-day!

Both.

Yes, we're to be married, &c.

Streph. (embracing her.) My Phyllis! And to-day we are to be made happy for ever !
Phyl. Well, we're to be married.
Streph. It's the same thing.
Phyl. I suppose it is. But, oh Strephon, I tremble at the step I'm taking ! I believe it's penal servitude for life to marry a Ward of Court without the Lord Chancellor's consent ! I shall be of age in two years.

Don't you think you could wait two years ?

Streph. Two years ! Why you can't have seen yourself ! Here, look at that (showing her a pocket mirror), and tell me if you think it rational to expect me to wait two years ?
Phyl. (looking at herself.) No. You're quite right—it's asking too much. One must be reasonable.
Streph. Besides, who knows what will happen in two years ? Why

you might fall in love with the Lord Chancellor himself by that time !

Phyl. Yes. He's a clean old gentleman.
Streph. As it is, half the House of Lords are sighing at your feet.
Phyl. The House of Lords are certainly extremely attentive.
Streph. Attentive ? I should think they were ! Why did five-and-twenty Liberal Peers come down to shoot over your grass-plot last autumn ? It couldn't have been the sparrows. Why did five-and-twenty Conservative Peers come down to fish your pond ? Don't tell me it was the gold-fish ! No, no—delays are dangerous, and if we are to marry, the sooner the better.

Duet—Strephon and Phyllis,

None shall part us from each other,
One in life and death are we:
All in all to one another—
I to thee and thou to me!
Thou the tree and I the flower—
Thou the idol; I the throng—
Thou the day and I the hour—
Thou the singer; I the song!