Now what would be the good of that? Why, you goose, I should marry again within a month! DUET—ERNEST and JULIA. ERN. If the light of love's lingering ember Has faded in gloom, You cannot neglect, O remember, A voice from the tomb! That stern supernatural diction Should act as a solemn restriction, Although by a mere legal fiction A voice from the tomb! JULIA (in affected terror). I own that that utterance chills me— It withers my bloom! With awful emotion it thrills me— That voice from the tomb! Oh, spectre, won't anything lay thee? Though pained to deny or gainsay thee, In this case I cannot obey thee, Thou voice from the tomb! (Dancing.) So, spectre, appalling, I bid you good-day— Perhaps you'll be calling When passing this way. Your bogydom scorning, And all your love-lorning, I bid you good-morning, I bid you good-day. ERN. (furious). My offer recalling, Your words I obey— Your fate is appalling, And full of dismay. To pay for this scorning I give you fair warning I'll haunt you each morning, Each night, and each day! (Repeat Ensemble, and exeunt in opposite directions.) Re-enter the Wedding Procession dancing. CHORUS. Now bridegroom and bride let us toast In a magnum of merry champagne— Let us make of this moment the most, We may not be so lucky again. So drink to our sovereign host And his highly intelligent reign— His health and his bride's let us toast In a magnum of merry champagne! SONG—BARONESS with CHORUS. I once gave an evening party (A sandwich and cut-orange ball), But my guests had such appetites hearty That I couldn't enjoy it, enjoy it at all. I made a heroic endeavour To look unconcerned, but in vain, And I vow'd that I never—oh never Would ask anybody again! But there's a distinction decided—- A difference truly immense— When the wine that you drink is provided, provided, At somebody else's expense. So bumpers—aye, ever so many— The cost we may safely ignore! For the wine doesn't cost us a penny, Tho' it's Pommry seventy-four! CHORUS. So bumpers—aye, ever so many—etc.