_Fred._ (Pirates _threaten RUTH_). Away, you did deceive me! _Chorus._ Away, you did deceive him! _Ruth._ Oh, do not leave me! _Chorus._ Oh, do not leave her! _Fred._ Away, you grieve me! _Chorus._ Away, you grieve her! _Fred._ I wish you’d leave me. [_FREDERIC casts RUTH from him. Exit RUTH._ ENSEMBLE. Pray observe the magnanimity We } They} display to lace and dimity; Never was such opportunity To get married with impunity, { we } But {they} give up the felicity Of unbounded domesticity, Though a doctor of divinity Is located in this vicinity. _King._ For we are all orphan boys! _All._ We are, Hurrah for the orphan boys! _Gen._ And it sometimes is a useful thing To be an orphan boy. _All._ It is. Hurrah for the orphan boy! [__Girls_ and GENERAL go up rocks, while _Pirates_ indulge in a wild dance of delight. The GENERAL produces a British flag, and the PIRATE KING, on arched rock, produces a black flag with skull and cross-bones. Picture._ ACT II. SCENE.--_A ruined chapel by moonlight. Aisles divided by pillars and arches; ruined Gothic windows at back. GENERAL STANLEY discovered seated pensively, surrounded by his daughters._ CHORUS. Oh, dry the glistening tear That dews that martial cheek; Thy loving children hear, In them thy comfort seek. With sympathetic care Their arms around thee creep, For oh, they cannot bear To see their father weep. _Enter MABEL._ SOLO.--MABEL. Dear father, why leave your bed At this untimely hour, When happy daylight is dead, And darksome dangers lower? See, heaven has lit her lamp, The midnight hour is past, The chilly night air is damp, And the dews are falling fast! Dear father, why leave your bed When happy daylight is dead? _FREDERIC enters down aisle._ _Mab._ Oh, Frederic, cannot you reconcile it with your conscience to say something that will relieve my father’s sorrow? _Fred._ I will try, dear Mabel. But why does he sit, night after night, in this draughty old ruin? _Gen._ Why do I sit here? To escape from the pirates’ clutches, I described myself as an orphan, and I am no orphan! I come here to humble myself before the tombs of my ancestors, and to implore their pardon for having brought dishonour on the family escutcheon. _Fred._ But you forget, sir, you only bought the property a year ago, and the stucco in your baronial hall is scarcely dry.