Let us fly to a far-off land, Where peace and plenty dwell-- Where the sigh of the silver strand Is echoed in every shell. To the joy that land will give, On the wings of Love we’ll fly; In innocence there to live-- In innocence there to die! CHORUS OF SPIRITS. Too late--too late, It may not be! That happy fate Is not for thee! ALEXIS, ALINE, AND MR. WELLS. Too late--too late, That may not be! That happy fate Is not for {me! } {thee!} _Mr. W._ Now, shrivelled hags, with poison bags, Discharge your loathsome loads! Spit flame and fire, unholy choir! Belch forth your venom, toads! Ye demons fell, with yelp and yell, Shed curses far afield-- Ye fiends of night, your filthy blight In noisome plenty yield! _Mr. W._ (_pouring phial into teapot--flash_). Number One! _Chorus._ It is done! _Mr. W._ (_pouring phial into teapot--flash_). Number Two! _Chorus._ One too few! _Mr. W._ (_pouring phial into teapot--flash_). Number Three! _Chorus._ Set us free! Set us free--our work is done. Ha! ha! ha! Set us free--our course is run! Ha! ha! ha! _ALINE and ALEXIS_ (_aside_). Let us fly to a far-off land, Where peace and plenty dwell-- Where the sigh of the silver strand Is echoed in every shell. CHORUS OF FIENDS. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! [_Stage grows light. MR. WELLS beckons villagers._ _Enter villagers and all the dramatis personæ, dancing joyously. SIR MARMADUKE enters with LADY SANGAZURE from house. VICAR enters, absorbed in thought. He is followed by CONSTANCE. COUNSEL enters, followed by MRS. PARTLET. MRS. PARTLET and MR. WELLS distribute teacups._ CHORUS. Now to the banquet we press; Now for the eggs, the ham, Now for the mustard and cress, Now for the strawberry jam! Now for the tea of our host, Now for the rollicking bun, Now for the muffin and toast, Now for the gay Sally Lunn! _Women._ The eggs, and the ham, and the strawberry jam! _Men._ The rollicking bun, and the gay Sally Lunn! The rollicking, rollicking bun! RECITATIVE.--SIR MARMADUKE.