 | The Invisible Prince ; or, The Island of Tranquil Delights |  |
Scene Eighth
—The Island of Tranquil Delights.Enter the Princess, Abricotina, Ladies, Amazons, & c.
Fairy.
(to Princess)
Madam, your foe's defunct, and in your lover
The rightful King of Allaquiz discover.
The important question he has come to pop.
Prin.
Before so many people—I shall drop.
Abri.
Then drop at once into his arms.
Prin.
O la!
Lean.
Say you are mine.
Prin.
Sir, you must ask mamma.
Fairy.
I have done that—and her consent I bear.
Prin.
Then pop one question more, ma'am, if you dare,
And set us quite at ease—
Fairy.
I understand her—
But that were better done by you, Leander.
Lean.
(to Audience)
It is the old one—Ladies, I propose
To you—your ayes can make man hide his noes.
Say, of your faculties we've touch'd the risible,
Nor doom me henceforth to be quite invisible.
Finale.
Lean.
In my cap kindly place a new feather,
And all your acquaintance convince,
They should come here, whatever the weather,
To see “The Invisible Prince.”
Let us have a fair share of your leisure,
With the rest of the holiday sights,
And make this house a Palace of Pleasure,
In the world of dramatic delights.
And all your acquaintance convince,
They should come here, whatever the weather,
To see “The Invisible Prince.”
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With the rest of the holiday sights,
And make this house a Palace of Pleasure,
In the world of dramatic delights.
Prin.
As the queen of the island, a levée
En masse in our cause we invite;
If our tax on your patience be heavy,
Our tax on your income is light.
Approve, then, my minister's measure,
Stand up for my old Bill of Rights,
And build me a new Palace of Pleasure,
In this Island of Tranquil Delights.
En masse in our cause we invite;
If our tax on your patience be heavy,
Our tax on your income is light.
Approve, then, my minister's measure,
Stand up for my old Bill of Rights,
And build me a new Palace of Pleasure,
In this Island of Tranquil Delights.
Abri.
One word for the author, whom often
You've cheered as your Holiday Bard;
There is really some reason to soften
The heart of the critic most hard.
For the mind of the man doomed to measure
The taste of the town as he writes
Is not quite a Palace of Pleasure
In an Island of Tranquil Delights.
You've cheered as your Holiday Bard;
There is really some reason to soften
The heart of the critic most hard.
For the mind of the man doomed to measure
The taste of the town as he writes
Is not quite a Palace of Pleasure
In an Island of Tranquil Delights.
Enter Furibond.
I'm dead—but I must add a stanza,
For I fancy that some may inquire—
“Do you call this an Extravaganza,
Without a ‘last scene,’ or ‘red fire?’”
Dear Public, don't fly in a passion,
Nor condemn a poor bard of times past,
Who before “grand last scenes” were in fashion,
Only tried to write scenes that would last.
For I fancy that some may inquire—
“Do you call this an Extravaganza,
Without a ‘last scene,’ or ‘red fire?’”
Dear Public, don't fly in a passion,
Nor condemn a poor bard of times past,
Who before “grand last scenes” were in fashion,
Only tried to write scenes that would last.
Chorus.
Then give us a fair share of your leisure,
With the rest of the holiday sights,
And make this house a Palace of Pleasure,
In the world of dramatic delights.
CURTAIN.
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