Hildebd: If you decide To pocket your pride And let Hilarion claim his bride, Why, well and good, It's understood We'll let bygones go by— But if you choose To sulk in the blues I'll make the whole of you shake in your shoes. I'll storm your walls, And level your halls, In the winking of an eye! For I'm a peppery Potentate, Who's little inclined his claim to bate, To fit the wit of a bit of a chit, And thats the long and the short of it! Soldiers: For he's a peppery Potentate, Whose indisposed for parleying, To fit the wit of a bit of chit, And that's the long and the short of it! TRIO — Arac, Guron & Scynthius All 3: We may remark, though nothing can Dismay us, That if you thwart this gentleman, He'll slay us. We don't fear death, of course — we're taught To shame it; But still upon the whole we thought We'd name it. (To each other) Scynthius: Yes! Guron: Yes! Arac: Yes! All 3: Better p'r'aps to name it. Our interests we would not press With chatter, Three hulking brothers more or less Don't matter; If you'd pooh-pooh this monarch's plan Pooh-pooh it, But when he says he'll hang a man, He'll do it. (To each other) Scynthius: Yes! Guron: Yes! Arac: Yes! All 3: Devil doubt he'll do it. Princess: Be reassured, nor fear his anger blind, His menaces are idle as the wind. He dares not kill you — vengeance lurks behind! 3 Knights: We rather think he dares, but never mind!