LUD. Now Julia, come, Consider it from This dainty point of view— A timid tender Feminine gender, Prompt to coyly coo— Yet silence seeking, Seldom speaking Till she's spoken to— A comfy, cosy, Rosy-posy Innocent ingenoo! The part you're suited to— (To give the deuce her due) A sweet (O, jiminy!) Miminy-piminy, Innocent ingenoo! ENSEMBLE. LUD. JULIA. The part you're suited to— I'm much obliged to you, (To give the deuce her due) I don't think that would do— A sweet (O, jiminy!) To play (O, jiminy!) Miminy-piminy, Miminy-piminy, Innocent ingenoo! Innocent ingenoo! JULIA. You forget my special magic (In a high dramatic sense) Lies in situations tragic— Undeniably intense. As I've justified promotion In the histrionic art, I'll submit to you my notion Of a first-rate part. LUD. Well, let us see your notion Of a first-rate part. JULIA (dramatically). I have a rival! Frenzy-thrilled, I find you both together! My heart stands still—with horror chilled—- Hard as the millstone nether! Then softly, slyly, snaily, snaky— Crawly, creepy, quaily, quaky— I track her on her homeward way, As panther tracks her fated prey! (Furiously.) I fly at her soft white throat— The lily-white laughing leman! On her agonized gaze I gloat With the glee of a dancing demon! My rival she—I have no doubt of her—- So I hold on—till the breath is out of her! —till the breath is out of her! And then—Remorse! Remorse! O cold unpleasant corse, Avaunt! Avaunt! That lifeless form I gaze upon— That face, still warm But weirdly wan— Those eyes of glass I contemplate— And then, alas! Too late—too late! I find she is—your Aunt! (Shuddering.) Remorse! Remorse! Then, mad—mad—mad! With fancies wild—chimerical— Now sorrowful—silent—sad— Now hullaballoo hysterical! Ha! ha! ha! ha! But whether I'm sad or whether I'm glad, Mad! mad! mad! mad!