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DUET, Fresh Air, and Health.—Air, ‘Morning Leaves Waltz,’
Fresh A.
I'll do the very best I can,—
To save his life I'll try;
For all Miasma's wicked plan,
Cock-Robin shall not die!

Health.
But should Cock-Robin's life-blood stream,
Whatever will you do?

Fresh A.
I have a pleasant little plan,
Which I'll confide to you.
He must put off his Robin's shape,
Assuming that of man,
And so he'll easily escape
Miasma's evil ban.

Health.
Of such a plot he'll never dream!
I very clearly see
The sterling value of the scheme
Which you confide to me.

[Loud knocking, without.
Fresh A.
Who's he who knocks with such audacious touch?

A Fairy.
A guest, your Majesty.

Fresh A.
I guessed as much.

Enter Satana.
Satana.
Ah! how d'e do? I hope you're quite at leisure?

Fresh A.
A—let me see—a—have I had the pleasure—

Satana.
Of course not—no: allow me, pray—I am
The herald of the guests' arriving, ma'am;
Appointed, subject to your high behests,
M. C. in ordinary to your guests.