Cyril: Would you know the kind of maid Sets my heart aflame-a? Eyes must be downcast and staid, Cheeks must flush for shame-a! She may neither dance nor sing, But, demure in everything, Hang her head in modest way, With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say, "Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Though I die of shame-a!" Please you, that's the kind of maid Sets my heart aflame-a! "Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Though I die of shame-a!" Please you, that's the kind of maid Sets my heart aflame-a! When a maid is bold and gay, With a tongue goes clang-a, Flaunting it in brave array, Maiden may go hang-a Sunflow'r gay and holly-hock Never shall my garden stock; Mine the blushing rose of May, With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say, "Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Though I die for shame-a!" Please you, that's the kind of maid Sets my heart aflame-a! "Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Though I die of shame-a!" Please you, that's the kind of maid Sets my heart aflame-a! Princess: Infamous creature, get you hence away! (Hilarion, Who has been with difficulty restrained by Florian during this song, breaks from him and strikes Cyril furiously on the breast.) Hilarion: Dog! There is something more to sing about! Cyril: (Sobered) Hilarion, are you mad? Princess: (Horrified) Hilarion? Help! Why, these are men! Lost! lost! betrayed, undone! (Running on to bridge) Girls, get you hence! Man-monsters, if you dare Approach one step, I —- Ah! (Loses her balance and falls into the stream) Psyche: Oh! Save her, sir! Blanche: It's useless, sir — you'll only catch your death! (Hilarion springs in.) Sach.: He catches her!