_Gen._ Frederic, in this chapel are ancestors; you cannot deny that. With the estate, I bought the chapel and its contents. I don’t know whose ancestors they _were_, but I know whose ancestors they _are_, and I shudder to think that their descendant by purchase (if I may so describe myself) should have brought disgrace upon what, I have no doubt, was an unstained escutcheon. _Fred._ Be comforted. Had you not acted as you did, these reckless men would assuredly have called in the nearest clergyman, and have married your large family on the spot. _Gen._ I thank you for your proffered solace, but it is unavailing. At what time does your expedition march against these scoundrels? _Fred._ At eleven; and before midnight I hope to have atoned for my involuntary association with the pestilent scourges by sweeping them from the face of the earth. And then, my Mabel, you will be mine! _Gen._ Are your devoted followers at hand? _Fred._ They are; they only wait my orders. RECITATIVE.--GENERAL. Then, Frederic, let your escort lion-hearted Be summoned to receive a general’s blessing, Ere they depart upon their dread adventure. _Fred._ Dear sir, they come. _Enter _Police_, marching in double file. Form in line facing audience._ SONG.--SERGEANT. When the foeman bares his steel, Tarantara! tarantara! We uncomfortable feel, Tarantara! And we find the wisest thing, Tarantara! tarantara! Is to slap our chests and sing. Tarantara! For when threatened with emeutes, Tarantara! tarantara! And your heart is in your boots, Tarantara! There is nothing brings it round, Tarantara! tarantara! Like the trumpet’s martial sound. Tarantara! Tarantara, ra-ra-ra-ra! _All._ Tarantara, ra-ra-ra-ra! _Mab._ Go, ye heroes, go to glory; Though you die in combat gory Ye shall live in song and story. Go to immortality. Go to death, and go to slaughter; Die, and every Cornish daughter With her tears your grave shall water. Go, ye heroes; go and die. _All._ Go, ye heroes; go and die.