Be happy all--the feast is spread before ye, Fear nothing, but enjoy yourselves, I pray! Eat, ay, and drink--be merry, I implore ye, For once let thoughtless Folly rule the day. TEACUP BRINDISI. Eat, drink, and be gay, Banish all worry and sorrow; Laugh gaily to-day, Weep, if you’re sorry, to-morrow! Come, pass the cup round-- I will go bail for the liquor; It’s strong, I’ll be bound, For it was brewed by the vicar! CHORUS. None so knowing as he At brewing a jorum of tea, Ha! ha! A pretty stiff jorum of tea! TRIO.--MR. WELLS, ALINE, AND ALEXIS (_aside_). See--see--they drink-- All thought unheeding; The teacups clink-- They are exceeding! Their hearts will melt In half an hour-- Then will be felt The potion’s power! [_During this verse CONSTANCE has brought a small teapot, kettle, caddy, and cosy to DR. DALY. He makes tea scientifically._ BRINDISI, _2nd Verse_.--DR. DALY (_with the teapot_). Pain, trouble, and care, Misery, heart-ache, and worry, Quick, out of your lair! Get you all gone in a hurry! Toil, sorrow, and plot, Fly away quicker and quicker-- Three spoons to the pot-- That is the brew of your vicar! CHORUS. None so cunning as he At brewing a jorum of tea, Ha! ha! A pretty stiff jorum of tea! [_DR. DALY places teapot on tray held by CONSTANCE. He covers it with the cosy. She takes tray into the house._ ENSEMBLE.--ALEXIS AND ALINE (_aside_). Oh, love, true love--unworldly, abiding! Source of all pleasure--true fountain of joy-- Oh, love, true love--divinely confiding, Exquisite treasure that knows no alloy! Oh, love, true love, rich harvest of gladness, Peace-bearing tillage--great garner of bliss-- Oh, love, true love, look down on our sadness-- Dwell in this village--oh, hear us in this! [_It becomes evident by the strange conduct of the characters that the charm is working. All rub their eyes._ TUTTI (_aside_). ALEXIS, MR. WELLS, AND ALINE (_aside_). Oh, marvellous illusion! A marvellous illusion-- Oh, terrible surprise! A terrible surprise What is this strange confusion Excites a strange confusion That veils my aching eyes? Within their aching eyes-- I must regain my senses, They must regain their senses, Restoring Reason’s law, Restoring Reason’s law, Or fearful inferences Or fearful inferences The company will draw! The company will draw!