Princess Ida

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Princess Ida  (1884) 
by W. S. Gilbert (libretto) and Arthur Sullivan (music)
Princess Ida, or Castle Adamant, is a comic opera with music by Arthur Sullivan and libretto by W. S. Gilbert. It opened at the Savoy Theatre on January 5, 1884, for a run of 246 performances. By Savoy Opera standards, it was not considered a success (a particularly hot summer in London did not help ticket sales), and it was not revived in London until 1919. This was the eighth collaboration between Gilbert and Sullivan.

Author:W. S. Gilbert

Princess Ida: or
Castle Adamant

Libretto by W. S. Gilbert
Music by Arthur Sullivan

First produced at the Savoy Theatre, on January 5, 1884

Dramatis Personae[edit]

  • King Hildebrand
  • Hilarion – His son
  • Hilarion's friends:
    • Cyril
    • Florian
  • King Gama
  • His sons:
    • Arac
    • Guron
    • Scynthius
  • Princess Ida – Gama's daughter
  • Lady Blanche – Professor of Abstract Science
  • Lady Psyche – Professor of Humanities
  • Melissa – Lady Blanche's Daughter
  • Girl Graduates:
    • Sacharissa
    • Chloe
    • Ada
  • Soldiers, Courtiers, "Girl Graduates", "Daughters of the Plough", etc.

Musical numbers[edit]

in Act I[edit]

  1. "Search throughout the panorama" (Florian and Chorus)
  2. "Now hearken to my strict command" (Hildebrand and Chorus)
  3. "To-day we meet, my baby bride and I" (Hilarion)
  4. "We are warriors three" (Arac, Guron, Scynthius, and Chorus)
  5. "If you give me your attention" (Gama)
  6. "P'raps if you address the lady" (Gama and Hildebrand)
  7. "Oh, dainty triolet" (Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian)
  8. "For a month to dwell in a dungeon cell" (Ensemble)

in Act 2[edit]

  1. "Towards the empyrean heights" (Psyche, Melissa, Sacharissa, and Chorus)
  2. "Mighty maiden with a mission" (Chorus)
  3. "Minerva! Oh, hear me" (Ida)
  4. "Come, mighty Must" (Blanche)
  5. "Gently, gently" (Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian)
  6. "I am a maiden, cold and stately" (Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian)
  7. "The world is but a broken toy" (Princess, Cyril, Hilarion, and Florian)
  8. "A lady fair, of lineage high" (Psyche)
  9. "The woman of the wisest wit" (Psyche, Melissa, Cyril, Hilarion, and Florian)
  10. "Merrily ring the luncheon bell" (Chorus of Girls, Blanche, and Cyril)
  11. "Would you know the kind of maid" (Cyril)
  12. Finale, Act II (Princess, Hildebrand, Melissa, Psyche, Blanche, Cyril, Hilarion, Florian, Arac, Guron, Scynthius, and Chorus)

in Act 3[edit]

  1. "Death to the invader!" (Melissa and Chorus)
  2. "I built upon a rock" (Princess)
  3. "Whene'er I poke sarcastic joke" (Gama)
  4. "When anger spreads his wing" (Chorus of Soldiers and Girls)
  5. "This helmet, I suppose" (Arac, Guron, Scynthius, and Chorus)
  6. "With joy abiding" (Ensemble)


Act I[edit]

Scene: Pavilion attached to King Hildebrand's palace. Soldiers and courtiers discovered looking out through opera-glasses, telescopes, etc., Florian leading.

CHORUS AND SOLO – FLORIAN

CHORUS.   Search throughout the panorama
          For a sign of royal Gama,
           Who to-day should cross the water
           With his fascinating daughter –
            Ida is her name.
          Some misfortune evidently
          Has detained them – consequently
           Search throughout the panorama
           For the daughter of King Gama,
            Prince Hilarion's flame!
            Prince Hilarion's flame!
FLORIAN.  Will Prince Hilarion's hopes be sadly blighted?
CHORUS.    Who can tell?  Who can tell?
FLORIAN.  Will Ida break the vows that she has plighted?
CHORUS.    Who can tell?  Who can tell?
FLORIAN.  Will she back out, and say she did not mean them?
CHORUS.    Who can tell?
FLORIAN.  If so, there'll be the deuce to pay between them!
CHORUS.   No, no – we'll not despair, we'll not despair,
          For Gama would not dare
           To make a deadly foe
           Of Hildebrand, and so,
            Search through the panorama
            For a sign of royal Gama,
             Who today should cross the water
             With his fascinating daughter –
              Ida, Ida is her name.

Enter King Hildebrand with Cyril.

HILDEBRAND. See you no sign of Gama?

FLORIAN. None, my liege!

RECITATIVE – HILDEBRAND

It's very odd indeed.  If Gama fail
To put in an appearance at our Court
Before the sun has set in yonder west,
And fail to bring the Princess Ida here
To whom our son Hilarion was betrothed
At the extremely early age of one,
There's war between King Gama and ourselves!
(Aside to Cyril.)
 Oh, Cyril, how I dread this interview!
 It's twenty years since he and I have met.
 He was a twisted monster – all awry –
 As though Dame Nature, angry with her work,
 Had crumpled it in fitful petulance!
CYRIL.       But, sir, a twisted and ungainly trunk
             Often bears goodly fruit. Perhaps he was
             A kind, well-spoken gentleman?
HILDEBRAND.                                  Oh, no!
             For, adder-like, his sting lay in his tongue.
             His "sting" is present, though his "stung" is past.
FLORIAN.     (looking through glass)
             But stay, my liege; o'er yonder mountain's brow
             Comes a small body, bearing Gama's arms;
             And now I look more closely at it, sir,
             I see attached to it King Gama's legs;
             From which I gather this corollary
             That that small body must be Gama's own!
HILDEBRAND.  Ha! Is the Princess with him?
FLORIAN.                                    Well, my liege,
             Unless her highness is full six feet high,
             And wears mustachios too – and smokes cigars –
             And rides en cavalier in coat of steel –
             I do not think she is.
HILDEBRAND.                         One never knows.
             She's a strange girl, I've heard, and does odd things!
             Come, bustle there!
              For Gama place the richest robes we own –
              For Gama place the coarsest prison dress —
              For Gama let our best spare bed be aired –
              For Gama let our deepest dungeon yawn —
              For Gama lay the costliest banquet out –
              For Gama place cold water and dry bread!
             For as King Gama brings the Princess here,
             Or brings her not, so shall King Gama have
             Much more than everything – much less than nothing!

SONG – HILDEBRAND and CHORUS

HILDEBRAND.   Now hearken to my strict command
              On every hand, on every hand –
CHORUS.        To your command,
               On every hand,
               We dutifully bow.
HILDEBRAND.   If Gama bring the Princess here,
              Give him good cheer, give him good cheer.
CHORUS.        If she come here
               We'll give him a cheer,
               And we will show you how.
              Hip, hip, hurrah! hip, hip, hurrah!
              Hip, hip, hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
               We'll shout and sing
               Long live the King,
               And his daughter, too, I trow!
              Then shout ha! ha! hip, hip, hurrah!
              Hip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah!
              For the fair Princess and her good papa,
               Hurrah, hurrah!
HILDEBRAND.   But if he fail to keep his troth,
              Upon our oath, we'll trounce them both!
CHORUS.        He'll trounce them both,
               Upon his oath,
              As sure as quarter-day!
HILDEBRAND.   We'll shut him up in a dungeon cell,
              And toll his knell on a funeral bell.
CHORUS.        From his dungeon cell,
               His funeral knell
               Shall strike him with dismay!
              Hip, hip, hurrah! hip, hip, hurrah!
              Hip, hip, hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
               As up we string
               The faithless King,
               In the old familiar way
              We'll shout ha! ha! hip, hip, hurrah!
              Hip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah!
              As we make an end of her false papa,
               Hurrah, hurrah!

Exeunt all.

Enter Hilarion.

RECITATIVE – HILARION

To-day we meet, my baby bride and I –
 But ah, my hopes are balanced by my fears!
What transmutations have been conjured by
 The silent alchemy of twenty years?

BALLAD – HILARION

Ida was a twelve-month old,
 Twenty years ago!
I was twice her age, I'm told,
 Twenty years ago!
Husband twice as old as wife
Argues ill for married life –
Baleful prophecies were rife,
 Twenty years ago,
 Twenty years ago!
Still, I was a tiny prince
 Twenty years ago.
She has gained upon me since
 Twenty years ago.
Though she's twenty-one, it's true,
I am barely twenty-two –
False and foolish prophets you
 Twenty years ago,
 Twenty years ago!

Enter Hildebrand.

HILARION.    Well, father, is there news for me at last?
HILDEBRAND.  King Gama is in sight, but much I fear
             With no Princess!
HILARION.                      Alas, my liege, I've heard
             That Princess Ida has forsworn the world
             And, with a band of women, shut herself
             Within a lonely country house, and there
             Devotes herself to stern philosophies!
HILDEBRAND.  Then I should say the loss of such a wife
             Is one to which a reasonable man
             Would easily be reconciled.
HILARION.                                Oh, no!
             Or I am not a reasonable man.
             She is my wife – has been for twenty years!
             (Holding glass) I think I see her now.
HILDEBRAND.                                             Ha!  Let me look!
HILARION.    In my mind's eye, I mean – a blushing bride
             All bib and tucker, frill and furbelow!
             How exquisite she looked as she was borne,
             Recumbent, in her foster-mother's arms!
             How the bride wept – nor would be comforted
             Until the hireling mother-for-the-nonce
             Administered refreshment in the vestry.
             And I remember feeling much annoyed
             That she should weep at marrying with me.
             But then I thought, "These brides are all alike.
             You cry at marrying me?  How much more cause
             You'd have to cry if it were broken off!"
             These were my thoughts; I kept them to myself,
             For at that age I had not learnt to speak.

Exeunt Hildebrand and Hilarion. Enter Courtiers.

CHORUS

From the distant panorama
Come the sons of royal Gama.
 They are heralds evidently,
 And are sacred consequently,
  Sons of Gama, hail! oh, hail!

Enter Arac, Guron, and Scynthius.

SONG – ARAC, GURON, and SCYNTHIUS

ARAC.      We are warriors three,
            Sons of Gama, Rex,
           Like most sons are we,
            Masculine in sex.
ALL THREE.   Yes, yes, yes,
            Masculine in sex.
ARAC.      Politics we bar,
            They are not our bent;
           On the whole we are
            Not intelligent.
ALL THREE.   No, no, no,
            Not intelligent.
ARAC.      But with doughty heart,
            And with trusty blade
           We can play our part –
            Fighting is our trade.
ALL THREE.   Yes, yes, yes,
            Fighting is our trade.
           Bold and fierce and strong, ha! ha!
            For a war we burn,
           With its right or wrong, ha! ha!
            We have no concern.
           Order comes to fight, ha! ha!
            Order is obeyed,
           We are men of might, ha! ha!
            Fighting is our trade.
             Yes, yes, yes,
            Fighting is our trade, ha! ha!
CHORUS.    They are men of might, etc.

Enter King Gama.

SONG – GAMA

If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am:
I'm a genuine philanthropist – all other kinds are sham.
Each little fault of temper and each social defect
In my erring fellow creatures I endeavour to correct.
To all their little weaknesses I open people's eyes;
And little plans to snub the self-sufficient I devise;
I love my fellow creatures – I do all the good I can –
Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
 And I can't think why!
To compliments inflated I've a withering reply;
And vanity I always do my best to mortify;
A charitable action I can skillfully dissect;
And interested motives I'm delighted to detect;
I know everybody's income and what everybody earns;
And I carefully compare it with the income-tax returns;
But to benefit humanity however much I plan,
Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
 And I can't think why!
I'm sure I'm no ascetic; I'm as pleasant as can be;
You'll always find me ready with a crushing repartee,
I've an irritating chuckle, I've a celebrated sneer,
I've an entertaining snigger, I've a fascinating leer.
To everybody's prejudice I know a thing or two;
I can tell a woman's age in half a minute – and I do.
But although I try to make myself as pleasant as I can,
Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
 And I can't think why!
CHORUS.   He can't think why!
          He can't think why!

Enter Hildebrand, Hilarion, Cyril and Florian.

GAMA.   So this is Castle Hildebrand?  Well, well!
        Dame Rumour whispered that the place was grand;
        She told me that your taste was exquisite,
        Superb, unparalleled!
HILDEBRAND. (Gratified)   Oh, really, King!
GAMA.   But she's a liar! Why, how old you've grown!
        Is this Hilarion? Why, you've changed too –
        You were a singularly handsome child!
        (To Florian.)  Are you a courtier? Come, then, ply your trade,
        Tell me some lies. How do you like your King?
        Vile rumour says he's all but imbecile.
        Now, that's not true?
FLORIAN.                      My lord, we love our King.
        His wise remarks are valued by his court
        As precious stones.
GAMA.                       And for the self-same cause.
        Like precious stones, his sensible remarks
        Derive their value from their scarcity!
        Come now, be honest, tell the truth for once!
        Tell it of me. Come, come, I'll harm you not.
        This leg is crooked – this foot is ill-designed –
        This shoulder wears a hump! Come, out with it!
        Look, here's my face! Now, am I not the worst
        Of Nature's blunders?
CYRIL.                        Nature never errs.
        To those who know the workings of your mind,
        Your face and figure, sir, suggest a book
        Appropriately bound.
GAMA. (Enraged)              Why, harkye, sir,
        How dare you bandy words with me?
CYRIL.                                    No need 
        To bandy aught that appertains to you.
GAMA. (Furiously)    Do you permit this, King?
HILDEBRAND.                                  We are in doubt
        Whether to treat you as an honoured guest
        Or as a traitor knave who plights his word
        And breaks it.
GAMA. (Quickly)        If the casting vote's with me,
        I give it for the former!
HILDEBRAND.                       We shall see.
        By the terms of our contract, signed and sealed,
        You're bound to bring the Princess here to-day:
        Why is she not with you?
GAMA.                            Answer me this:
        What think you of a wealthy purse-proud man,
        Who, when he calls upon a starving friend,
        Pulls out his gold and flourishes his notes,
        And flashes diamonds in the pauper's eyes?
        What name have you for such a one?
HILDEBRAND.                                 A snob.
GAMA.   Just so.  The girl has beauty, virtue, wit,
        Grace, humour, wisdom, charity and pluck.
        Would it be kindly, think you, to parade
        These brilliant qualities before your eyes?
        Oh no, King Hildebrand, I am no snob!
HILBEBRAND. (Furiously)                       Stop that tongue,
        Or you shall lose the monkey head that holds it!
GAMA.   Bravo!  Your King deprives me of my head,
        That he and I may meet on equal terms!
HILDEBRAND.   Where is she now? (Threatening.)
GAMA.                               In Castle Adamant,
        One of my many country houses.
        There she rules a women's University,
        With full a hundred girls, who learn of her.
CYRIL.  A hundred girls!  A hundred ecstasies!
GAMA.   But no mere girls, my good young gentleman;
        With all the college learning that you boast,
        The youngest there will prove a match for you. 
CYRIL.  With all my heart, if she's the prettiest!
(To Florian.)  Fancy, a hundred matches – all alight! —
        That's if I strike them as I hope to do!
GAMA.   Despair your hope; their hearts are dead to men.
        He who desires to gain their favour must
        Be qualified to strike their teeming brains,
        And not their hearts. They're safety matches, sir,
        And they light only on the knowledge box –
        So you've no chance!
FLORIAN.   And there are no males whatever in those walls?
GAMA.   None, gentlemen, excepting letter mails –
        And they are driven (as males often are
        In other large communities) by women.
        Why, bless my heart, she's so particular
        She'll hardly suffer Dr. Watts's hymns –
        And all the animals she owns are "hers"!
        The ladies rise at cockcrow every morn –
CYRIL.  Ah, then they have male poultry?
GAMA.                                    Not at all;
        (Confidentially) The crowing's done by an accomplished hen!

FINALE.

DUET – GAMA and HILDEBRAND

GAMA.         P'raps if you address the lady
               Most politely, most politely –
              Flatter and impress the lady,
               Most politely, most politely, –
              Humbly beg and humbly sue –
              She may deign to look on you,
              But your doing you must do
               Most politely, most politely, most politely!
ALL.          Humbly beg and humbly sue,
               She may deign to look on you,
              But your doing you must do
               Most politely, most politely, most politely!
HILDEBRAND.  Go you and inform the lady,
               Most politely, most politely,
             If she don't, we'll storm the lady
               Most politely, most politely!
(To Gama)    You'll remain as hostage here;
               Should Hilarion disappear,
              We will hang you, never fear,
               Most politely, most politely, most politely!
ALL.          (He'll/I'll/You'll) remain as hostage here.
               Should Hilarion disappear,
              (We/They) will hang (him/me/you), never fear,
               Most politely, most politely, most politely!

Gama, Arac, Guron and Scynthius are marched off in custody, Hildebrand following.

RECITATIVE – HILARION

Come, Cyril, Florian, our course is plain,
 To-morrow morn fair Ida we'll engage;
But we will use no force her love to gain,
 Nature, nature has armed us for the war we wage!

TRIO – HILARION, CYRIL, and FLORIAN

HILARION.   Expressive glances
            Shall be our lances,
             And pops of Sillery
             Our light artillery.
            We'll storm their bowers
            With scented showers
            Of fairest flowers
             That we can buy!
CHORUS.     Oh, dainty triolet!
            Oh, fragrant violet!
            Oh, gentle heigho-let!
             (Or little sigh).
            On sweet urbanity,
            Through mere inanity,
            To touch their vanity
             We will rely!
CYRIL.      When day is fading,
            With serenading
             And such frivolity
             We'll prove our quality.
            A sweet profusion
            Of soft allusion
            This bold intrusion
             Shall justify.
CHORUS.     Oh, dainty triolet, etc.
FLORIAN.    We'll charm their senses
            With verbal fences,
             With ballads amatory
             And declamatory.
            Little heeding
            Their pretty pleading,
            Our love exceeding
             We'll justify!
CHORUS.     Oh, dainty triolet, etc.

Re-enter Gama, Arac, Guron, and Scynthius, heavily ironed, followed by Hildebrand.

RECITATIVE

GAMA.    Must we, till then, in prison cell be thrust?
HILDEBRAND.                                            You must!
GAMA.    This seems unnecessarily severe!
ARAC, GURON, and SCYN.                    Hear, hear!

TRIO – ARAC, GURON, and SCYNTHIUS

For a month to dwell
In a dungeon cell:
 Growing thin and wizen
 In a solitary prison,
Is a poor lookout
For a soldier stout,
 Who is longing for the rattle
 Of a complicated battle –
For the rum-tum-tum
Of the military drum
 And the guns that go boom! boom!
ALL.  The rum-tum-tum, etc.
HILDEBRAND.   When Hilarion's bride
              Has at length complied
               With the just conditions
               Of our requisitions,
              You may go in haste
              And indulge your taste
               For the fascinating rattle
               Of a complicated battle –
              For the rum-tum-tum
              Of the military drum
               And the guns that go boom! boom!
ALL.  The rum-tum-tum, etc.
      But till that time (you'll/we'll) here remain,
      And bail (we/they) will not entertain,
      Should she (our/his) mandate disobey,
      (Your/Our) lives the penalty will pay!

Gama, Arac, Guron, and Synthius are marched off.

Act II[edit]

Scene: Gardens in Castle Adamant. A river runs across the back of the stage, crossed by a rustic bridge. Castle Adamant in the distance.

Girl Graduates discovered seated at the feet of Lady Psyche.

CHORUS AND SOLOS – PSYCHE, MELISSA, and SACHARISSA

CHORUS.    Towards the empyrean heights
            Of ev'ry kind of lore,
           We've taken several easy flights,
            And mean to take some more.
           In trying to achieve success
            No envy racks our heart,
           And all the knowledge we possess,
            We mutually impart.
MELISSA.    Pray, what authors should she read
            Who in Classics would succeed?
PSYCHE.    If you'd climb the Helicon,
           You should read Anacreon,
           Ovid's Metamorphoses,
           Likewise Aristophanes,
           And the works of Juvenal:
           These are worth attention, all;
           But, if you will be advised,
           You will get them Bowdlerized!
CHORUS.     Ah! we will get them Bowdlerized!
SACHARISSA. Pray you, tell us, if you can,
            What's the thing that's known as Man?
PSYCHE.    Man will swear and man will storm –
           Man is not at all good form –
           Man is of no kind of use –
           Man's a donkey – Man's a goose –
           Man is coarse and Man is plain –
           Man is more or less insane –
           Man's a ribald – Man's a rake –
           Man is Nature's sole mistake!
CHORUS.     We'll a memorandum make –
            Man is Nature's sole mistake!
           And thus to empyrean height
            Of ev'ry kind of lore,
           In search of wisdom's pure delight,
            Ambitiously we soar.
           In trying to achieve success
            No envy racks our heart,
           For all we know and all we guess
            We mutually impart!
           And all the knowledge we possess,
            We mutually impart!

Enter Lady Blanche. All stand up demurely.

BLANCHE.   Attention, ladies, while I read to you
           The Princess Ida's list of punishments.
           The first is Sacharissa. She's expelled!
ALL.       Expelled!
BLANCHE.   Expelled, because although she knew
           No man of any kind may pass our walls,
           She dared to bring a set of chessmen here!

SACH. (Crying) I meant no harm; they're only men of wood!

BLANCHE.   They're men with whom you give each other mate,
           And that's enough!  The next is Chloe.
CHLOE.                                            Ah!
BLANCHE.   Chloe will lose three terms, for yesterday,
           When looking through her drawing-book, I found
           A sketch of a perambulator!
ALL. (Horrified)                                           Oh!
BLANCHE.   Double perambulator...
ALL.       Oh, oh!
BLANCHE.                              ...shameless girl!
            That's all at present. Now, attention, pray;
            Your Principal the Princess comes to give
            Her usual inaugural address
            To those young ladies who joined yesterday.

CHORUS OF GIRLS

Mighty maiden with a mission,
 Paragon of common sense,
Running fount of erudition,
 Miracle of eloquence,
  We are blind and we would see;
  We are bound, and would be free;
  We are dumb, and we would talk;
  We are lame, and we would walk.
(Enter the Princess.)
Mighty maiden with a mission –
 Paragon of common sense;
Running fount of erudition –
 Miracle of eloquence!

RECITATIVE & ARIA – PRINCESS

Minerva! Minerva!
Oh, hear me:
Oh, goddess wise
 That lovest light,
 Endow with sight
Their unillumin'd eyes.
At this my call,
 A fervent few
 Have come to woo
The rays that from thee fall.
Oh, goddess wise
 That lovest light,
Let fervent words and fervent thoughts be mine,
That I may lead them to thy sacred shrine!
Women of Adamant, fair Neophytes –
Who thirst for such instruction as we give,
Attend, while I unfold a parable.
The elephant is mightier than Man,
Yet Man subdues him. Why? The elephant
Is elephantine everywhere but here, (tapping her forehead)
And Man, whose brain is to the elephant's
As Woman's brain to Man's – that's rule of three –
Conquers the foolish giant of the woods,
As Woman, in her turn, shall conquer Man.
In Mathematics, Woman leads the way;
The narrow-minded pedant still believes
That two and two make four!  Why, we can prove,
We women – household drudges as we are –
That two and two make five – or three – or seven;
Or five and twenty, if the case demands!
Diplomacy? The wiliest diplomat
Is absolutely helpless in our hands.
He wheedles monarchs – Woman wheedles him!
Logic? Why, tyrant Man himself admits
It's a waste of time to argue with a woman!
Then we excel in social qualities:
Though man professes that he holds our sex
In utter scorn, I venture to believe
He'd rather pass the day with one of you,
Than with five hundred of his fellow-men!
In all things we excel. Believing this,
A hundred maidens here have sworn to place
Their feet upon his neck. If we succeed,
We'll treat him better than he treated us:
But if we fail, why, then let hope fail too!
Let no one care a penny how she looks –
Let red be worn with yellow – blue with green –
Crimson with scarlet – violet with blue!
Let all your things misfit, and you yourselves
At inconvenient moments come undone!
Let hair-pins lose their virtue: let the hook
Disdain the fascination of the eye –
The bashful button modestly evade
The soft embraces of the button-hole!
Let old associations all dissolve,
Let Swan secede from Edgar – Gask from Gask,
Sewell from Cross – Lewis from Allenby!
In other words, let Chaos come again!
(Coming down) Who lectures in the Hall of Arts to-day?
BLANCHE.   I, madam, on Abstract Philosophy.
           There I propose considering, at length,
           Three points – The Is, the Might Be, and the Must.
           Whether the Is, from being actual fact,
           Is more important than the vague Might Be,
           Or the Might Be, from taking wider scope,
           Is for that reason greater than the Is:
           And lastly, how the Is and Might Be stand
           Compared with the inevitable Must!
PRINCESS.  The subject's deep – how do you treat it, pray?
BLANCHE.   Madam, I take three possibilities,
           And strike a balance then between the three:
           As thus: The Princess Ida Is our head,
           The Lady Psyche Might Be – Lady Blanche,
           Neglected Blanche, inevitably Must.
           Given these three hypotheses – to find
           The actual betting against each of them!
PRINCESS.  Your theme's ambitious: pray you bear in mind
           Who highest soar fall farthest. Fare you well,
           You and your pupils! Maidens, follow me.

Exeunt Princess and maidens. Manet Lady Blanche.

CHORUS.   And thus to empyrean height
           Of ev'ry kind of lore,
          In search of wisdom's pure delight,
           Ambitiously we soar.
          In trying to achieve success
           No envy racks our heart,
          For all we know and all we guess
           We mutually impart!
          And all the knowledge we possess,
           We mutually impart!
BLANCHE.  I should command here – I was born to rule,
          But do I rule? I don't. Why? I don't know.
          I shall some day. Not yet; I bide my time.
          I once was Some One – and the Was Will Be.
          The Present as we speak becomes the Past,
          The Past repeats itself, and so is Future!
          This sounds involved. It's not. It's right enough.

SONG – BLANCHE

Come, mighty Must!
 Inevitable Shall!
In thee I trust;
 Time weaves my coronal!
Go, mocking Is!
 Go, disappointing Was!
That I am this
 Ye are the cursed cause!
  Yet humble second shall be first, I ween,
  And dead and buried be the curst Has Been!
Oh, weak Might Be!
 Oh, May, Might, Could, Would, Should!
How pow'rless ye
 For evil or for good!
In ev'ry sense
 Your moods I cheerless call.
Whate'er your tense
 Ye are imperfect all.
Ye have deceiv'd the trust I've shown in ye!
Away! The mighty Must alone shall be!

Exit Lady Blanche.

Enter Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian, climbing over wall, and creeping cautiously among the trees and rocks at the back of the stage.

TRIO – CYRIL, HILARION, and FLORIAN

ALL.         Gently, gently,
             Evidently
              We are safe so far,
             After scaling
             Fence and paling,
              Here, at last, we are!
FLORIAN.     In this college,
             Useful knowledge
              Ev'rywhere one finds,
             And already,
             Growing steady,
              We've enlarged our minds!
CYRIL.       We learnt that prickly cactus
             Has power to attract us
              When we fall.
ALL.          When we fall!
HILARION.    That nothing man unsettles
             Like a bed of stinging nettles,
              Short or tall.
ALL.          Short or tall!
FLORIAN.     That bull-dogs feed on throttles –
             That we don't like broken bottles
              On a wall.
ALL.          On a wall!
HILARION.    That spring-guns breathe defiance!
             And that burglary's a science
              After all!
ALL.          After all!
FLORIAN.     A women's college! maddest folly going!
             What can girls learn within its walls worth knowing?
             I'll lay a crown (the Princess shall decide it)
             I'll teach them twice as much in half an hour outside it.
HILARION.    Hush, scoffer; ere you sound your puny thunder,
             List to their aims, and bow your head in wonder!
             They intend to send a wire
              To the moon,
CYR. & FLOR.  To the moon,
HILARION.    And they'll set the Thames on fire
              Very soon!
CYR. & FLOR.  Very soon!
HILARION.    Then they'll learn to make silk purses
              With their rigs,
CYR. & FLOR.  With their rigs,
HILARION.    From the ears of Lady Circe's
              Piggy-wigs,
CYR. & FLOR.  Piggy-wigs,
HILARION.    And weasels at their slumbers
              They trepan,
CYR. & FLOR.  They trepan;
HILARION.    To get sunbeams from cucumbers
              They've a plan,
CYR. & FLOR.  They've a plan;
HILARION.    They've a firmly rooted notion
             They can cross the Polar Ocean,
             And they'll find Perpetual Motion
              If they can!
ALL.          If they can!
             These are the phenomena
             That ev'ry pretty domina
             Is hoping at her Universitee we shall see;
             These are the phenomena
             That ev'ry pretty domina
             Is hoping at her Universitee we shall see!
CYRIL.       As for fashion, they forswear it,
              So they say,
HIL. & FLOR.  So they say,
CYRIL.       And the circle – they will square it
              Some fine day,
HIL. & FLOR.  Some fine day;
CYRIL.       Then the little pigs they're teaching
              For to fly,
HIL. & FLOR.  For to fly,
CYRIL.       And the niggers they'll be bleaching,
              By and by,
HIL. & FLOR.  By and by!
CYRIL.       Each newly joined aspirant
              To the clan,
HIL. & FLOR.  To the clan,
CYRIL.       Must repudiate the tyrant
              Known as Man,
HIL. & FLOR.  Known as Man;
CYRIL.       They'll mock at him and flout him,
             For they do not care about him
             And they're going to do without him
              If they can,
ALL.          If they can!
             These are the phenomena
             That ev'ry pretty domina
             Is hoping at her Universitee we shall see;
             These are the phenomena
             That ev'ry pretty domina
             Is hoping at her Universitee we shall see!

HILARION. So that's the Princess Ida's castle! Well, they must be lovely girls, indeed, if it requires such walls as those to keep intruders off!

CYRIL. To keep men off is only half their charge; and that the easier half. I much suspect the object of these walls is not so much to keep men off as keep the maidens in!

FLORIAN. But what are these? (Examining some Collegiate robes)

HILARION. (looking at them)  Why, academic robes,
           Worn by the lady undergraduates
           When they matriculate. Let's try them on. (They do so.)
           Why, see – we're covered to the very toes.
           Three lovely lady undergraduates
           Who, weary of the world and all its wooing – (pose)
FLORIAN.   And penitent for deeds there's no undoing – (pose)
CYRIL.     Looked at askance by well-conducted maids – (pose)
ALL.       Seek sanctuary in these classic shades!

TRIO – CYRIL, HILARION, and FLORIAN

HILARION.    I am a maiden, cold and stately,
              Heartless I, with face divine.
             What do I want with a heart, innately?
              Every heart I meet is mine!
              Every heart I meet is mine!
ALL.         Haughty, humble, coy, or free,
              Little care I what maid may be.
             So that a maid is fair to see,
              Ev'ry maid is the maid for me!

Dance.

CYRIL.       I am a maiden, frank and simple,
              Brimming with joyous roguery;
             Merriment lurks in ev'ry dimple
              Nobody breaks more hearts than I!
              Nobody breaks more hearts than I!
ALL.         Haughty, humble, etc.

Dance.

FLORIAN.     I am a maiden coyly blushing,
              Timid am I as a startled hind;
             Every suitor sets me flushing,
             Every suitor sets me flushing:
              I am the maid that wins mankind!
ALL.         Haughty, humble, etc.

Enter the Princess, reading. She does not see them.

FLORIAN. But who comes here? The Princess, as I live! What shall we do?

HILARION. (Aside) Why, we must brave it out! (Aloud) Madam, accept our humblest reverence.

They bow, then suddenly recollecting themselves, curtsey.

PRINCESS. (Surprised) We greet you, ladies. What would you with us?

HILARION. (Aside to Cyril)

What shall I say? (Aloud) We are three students, ma'am,
Three well-born maids of liberal estate,
Who wish to join this University.

Hilarion and Florian curtsey again. Cyril bows extravagantly, then, being recalled to himself by Florian, curtseys.

PRINCESS.   If, as you say, you wish to join our ranks,
            And will subscribe to all our rules, 'tis well.
FLORIAN.    To all your rules we cheerfully subscribe.
PRINCESS.   You say you're noblewomen. Well, you'll find
            No sham degrees for noblewomen here.
            You'll find no sizars here, or servitors,
            Or other cruel distinctions, meant to draw
            A line 'twixt rich and poor; you'll find no tufts
            To mark nobility, except such tufts
            As indicate nobility of brain.
            As for your fellow-students, mark me well:
            There are a hundred maids within these walls,
            All good, all learned, and all beautiful:
            They are prepared to love you: will you swear
            To give the fullness of your love to them?
HILARION.   Upon our words and honours, Ma'am, we will!
PRINCESS.   But we go further: Will you undertake
            That you will never marry any man?
FLORIAN.    Indeed we never will!
PRINCESS.                         Consider well,
            You must prefer our maids to all mankind!
HILARION.   To all mankind we much prefer your maids!
CYRIL.      We should be dolts indeed, if we did not, seeing how fair —
HILARION. (Aside to Cyril)  Take care – that's rather strong!
PRINCESS.   But have you left no lovers at your home
            Who may pursue you here?
HILARION.                            No, madam, none.
            We're homely ladies, as no doubt you see,
            And we have never fished for lover's love.
            We smile at girls who deck themselves with gems,
            False hair and meretricious ornament,
            To chain the fleeting fancy of a man,
            But do not imitate them. What we have
            Of hair, is all our own. Our colour, too,
            Unladylike, but not unwomanly,
            Is Nature's handiwork, and man has learnt
            To reckon Nature an impertinence.
PRINCESS.   Well, beauty counts for naught within these walls;
            If all you say is true, you'll pass with us
            A happy, happy time!
CYRIL.                           If, as you say,
            A hundred lovely maidens wait within,
            To welcome us with smiles and open arms,
            I think there's very little doubt we shall!

QUARTET – PRINCESS, CYR., HIL., and FLOR.

PRINCESS.  The world is but a broken toy,
           Its pleasure hollow – false its joy –
            Unreal its loveliest hue,
             Alas!
            Its pains alone are true,
             Alas!
            Its pains alone are true.
HILARION.  The world is ev'rything you say,
           The world we think has had its day.
            Its merriment is slow.
             Alas!
            We've tried it, and we know,
             Alas!
            We've tried it and we know.
ALL.       Unreal its loveliest hue,
           Its pains alone are true,
PRINCESS.    Alas!
ALL.       The world is but a broken toy, etc.


Exit Princess. The three Gentlemen watch her off. Lady Psyche enters, and regards them with amazement.

HILARION.   I'faith, the plunge is taken, gentlemen!
            For, willy-nilly, we are maidens now,
            And maids against our will we must remain. (All laugh heartily.)

PSYCHE. (Aside) These ladies are unseemly in their mirth.

The gentlemen see her, and, in confusion, resume their modest demeanour.

FLORIAN. (Aside)  Here's a catastrophe, Hilarion!
            This is my sister! She'll remember me,
            Though years have passed since she and I have met!
HILARION. (Aside to Florian)  Then make a virtue of necessity,
            And trust our secret to her gentle care.

FLORIAN. (To Psyche, who has watched Cyril in amazement) Psyche! Why, don't you know me? Florian!

PSYCHE. (Amazed) Why, Florian!

FLORIAN. My sister! (Embraces her)

PSYCHE. Oh, my dear! What are you doing here – and who are these?

HILARION.   I am that Prince Hilarion to whom
            Your Princess is betrothed. I come to claim
            Her plighted love. Your brother Florian
            And Cyril came to see me safely through.
PSYCHE.     The Prince Hilarion? Cyril too? How strange!
            My earliest playfellows!
HILARION.                            Why, let me look!
            Are you that learned little Psyche who
            At school alarmed her mates because she called
            A buttercup Ranunculus bulbosus?
CYRIL.      Are you indeed that Lady Psyche, who
            At children's parties, drove the conjuror wild,
            Explaining all his tricks before he did them?
HILARION.   Are you that learned little Psyche, who
            At dinner parties, brought in to dessert,
            Would tackle visitors with "You don't know
            Who first determined longitude – I do –
            Hipparchus 'twas – B.C. one sixty-three!"
            Are you indeed that small phenomenon?
PSYCHE.     That small phenomenon indeed am I!
            But gentlemen, 'tis death to enter here:
            We have all promised to renounce mankind!
FLORIAN.    Renounce mankind! On what ground do you base
            This senseless resolution?
PSYCHE.                                Senseless?  No.
            We are all taught, and, being taught, believe
            That Man, sprung from an Ape, is Ape at heart.
CYRIL.      That's rather strong.
PSYCHE.                           The truth is always strong!

SONG – PSYCHE

A Lady fair, of lineage high,
Was loved by an Ape, in the days gone by.
 The Maid was radiant as the sun,
 The Ape was a most unsightly one,
  So it would not do –
  His scheme fell through –
For the Maid, when his love took formal shape,
 Express'd such terror
 At his monstrous error,
That he stammer'd an apology and made his 'scape,
The picture of a disconcerted Ape.
With a view to rise in the social scale,
He shaved his bristles and he docked his tail,
 He grew mustachios, and he took his tub,
 And he paid a guinea to a toilet club –
  But it would not do –
  The scheme fell through –
For the Maid was Beauty's fairest Queen,
 With golden tresses,
 Like a real princess's,
While the Ape, despite his razor keen,
Was the apiest Ape that ever was seen!
He bought white ties, and he bought dress suits,
He crammed his feet into bright tight boots –
 And to start in life on a brand-new plan,
 He christen'd himself Darwinian Man!
  But it would not do,
  The scheme fell through –
For the Maiden fair, whom the monkey craved,
 Was a radiant Being,
 With brain far-seeing –
While Darwinian Man, though well behaved,
At best is only a monkey shaved!
ALL.   For the Maiden fair, etc.

During this, Melissa has entered unobserved; she looks on in amazement.

MELISSA. (Coming down) Oh, Lady Psyche!

PSYCHE. (Terrified) What! You heard us then? Oh, all is lost!

MELISSA. Not so! I'll breathe no word! (Advancing in astonishment to Florian.)

          How marvelously strange! and are you then
          Indeed young men?
FLORIAN.                    Well, yes, just now we are –
          But hope by dint of study to become,
          In course of time, young women.
MELISSA. (Eagerly)                        No, no, no –
          Oh, don't do that! Is this indeed a man?
          I've often heard of them, but, till to-day,
          Never set eyes on one. They told me men
          Were hideous, idiotic, and deformed!
          They are quite as beautiful as women are!
          As beautiful? They're infinitely more so!
          Their cheeks have not that pulpy softness
          Which one gets so weary of in womankind:
          Their features are more marked – and – oh, their chins!
          (Feeling Florian's chin) How curious!
FLORIAN.                                        I fear it's rather rough.
MELISSA. (Eagerly)  Oh, don't apologize – I like it so!

QUINTET

PSYCHE.     The woman of the wisest wit
             May sometimes be mistaken, O!
            In Ida's views, I must admit,
             My faith is somewhat shaken, O!
CYRIL.      On every other point than this
             Her learning is untainted, O!
            But Man's a theme with which she is
             Entirely unacquainted, O!
              –Acquainted, O!
              –Acquainted, O!
             Entirely unacquainted, O!
ALL.        Then jump for joy and gaily bound,
            The truth is found – the truth is found!
            Set bells a-ringing through the air –
            Ring here and there and ev'rywhere –
MEN.        And echo forth the joyous sound,
ALL.        The truth is found – the truth is found!

Dance.

MELISSA.    My natural instinct teaches me
             (And instinct is important, O!)
            You're ev'rything you ought to be,
             And nothing that you oughtn't, O!
HILARION.   That fact was seen at once by you
             In casual conversation, O!
            Which is most creditable to
             Your powers of observation, O!
              –Servation, O!
              –Servation, O!
             Your powers of observation, O!
ALL.        Then jump for joy, etc.

Exeunt Psyche, Hilarion, Cyril and Florian. Melissa going. Enter Lady Blanche.

BLANCHE. Melissa!

MELISSA. (Returning) Mother!

BLANCHE. Here – a word with you. Those are the three new students?

MELISSA. (Confused) Yes, they are. They're charming girls.

BLANCHE. Particularly so. So graceful, and so very womanly! So skilled in all a girl's accomplishments!

MELISSA. (Confused) Yes – very skilled.

BLANCHE. They sing so nicely too!

MELISSA. They do sing nicely!

BLANCHE. Humph! It's very odd. Two are tenors, one is a baritone!

MELISSA. (Much agitated) They've all got colds!

BLANCHE. Colds! Bah! D'ye think I'm blind? These "girls" are men disguised!

MELISSA. Oh no – indeed! You wrong these gentlemen— I mean – why, see, here is an etui dropped by one of them. (Picking up an etui) Containing scissors, needles, and –

BLANCHE. (Opening it)  Cigars!
           Why, these are men!  And you knew this, you minx!
MELISSA.   Oh, spare them – they are gentlemen indeed!
           The Prince Hilarion (married years ago
           To Princess Ida) with two trusted friends!
           Consider, mother, he's her husband now,
           And has been, twenty years! Consider, too,
           You're only second here – you should be first.
           Assist the Prince's plan, and when he gains
           The Princess Ida, why, you will be first.
           You will design the fashions – think of that –
           And always serve out all the punishments!
           The scheme is harmless, mother – wink at it!
BLANCHE. (Aside)  The prospect's tempting! Well, well, well, I'll try –
           Though I've not winked at anything for years!
           'Tis but one step towards my destiny –
           The mighty Must! the inevitable Shall!

DUET – MELISSA and BLANCHE

MELISSA.   Now wouldn't you like to rule the roast
            And guide this University?
BLANCHE.     I must agree,
             'Twould pleasant be,
              (Sing hey, a proper pride!)
MELISSA.   And wouldn't you like to clear the coast
            Of malice and perversity?
BLANCHE.     Without a doubt,
             I'll bundle 'em out,
              (Sing hey, when I preside!)
BOTH.      Sing hey!
            Sing hoity toity! Sorry for some!
            Sing marry, come up, and (my/her) day will come!
           Sing, Proper Pride
           Is the horse to ride,
            And Happy-go-lucky, my lady, O!
BLANCHE.   For years I've writhed beneath her sneers,
            Although a born Plantagenet!
MELISSA.     You're much too meek,
             Or you would speak
              (Sing hey, I'll say no more!)
BLANCHE.   Her elder I, by several years,
            Although you'd ne'er imagine it.
MELISSA.     Sing, so I've heard
             But never a word
              Have I e'er believed before!
BOTH.      Sing hey!
            Sing hoity toity! Sorry for some!
            Sing marry, come up, and (my/her) day will come!
           Sing, she shall learn
           That a worm will turn.
            Sing Happy-go-lucky, my lady, O!

Exit Lady Blanche.

MELISSA. Saved for a time, at least!

Enter Florian, on tiptoe.

FLORIAN. (Whispering) Melissa – come!

Melissa: Oh, sir! you must away from this at once –

            My mother guessed your sex!  It was my fault –
            I blushed and stammered so that she exclaimed,
            "Can these be men?"  Then, seeing this, "Why these –"
            "Are men", she would have added, but "are men"
            Stuck in her throat! She keeps your secret, sir,
            For reasons of her own – but fly from this
            And take me with you – that is – no – not that!

FLORIAN. I'll go, but not without you! (Bell) Why, what's that?

MELISSA. The luncheon bell.

FLORIAN. I'll wait for luncheon then!

Enter Hilarion with Princess, Cyril with Psyche, Lady Blanche, and ladies. Also "Daughters of the Plough" bearing luncheon.

CHORUS.    Merrily ring the luncheon bell!
           Merrily ring the luncheon bell!
           Here in meadow of asphodel,
           Feast we body and mind as well,
           Merrily ring the luncheon bell!
BLANCHE.   Hunger, I beg to state,
           Is highly indelicate.
           This is a fact profoundly true,
           So learn your appetites to subdue.
ALL.        Yes, yes,
           We'll learn our appetites to subdue!
CYRIL.     Madam, your words so wise,
           Nobody should despise,
            Curs'd with appetite keen I am
             And I'll subdue it –
             And I'll subdue it –
            I'll subdue it with cold roast lamb!
ALL.         Yes – yes –
            We'll subdue it with cold roast lamb!
           Merrily ring the luncheon bell!

PRINCESS. You say you know the court of Hildebrand? There is a Prince there – I forget his name —

HILARION. Hilarion?

PRINCESS. Exactly – is he well?

HILARION.   If it be well to droop and pine and mope,
            To sigh "Oh, Ida! Ida!" all day long,
            "Ida! my love! my life! Oh, come to me!"
            If it be well, I say, to do all this,
            Then Prince Hilarion is very well.
PRINCESS.   He breathes our name? Well, it's a common one!
            And is the booby comely?
HILARION.                            Pretty well.
            I've heard it said that if I dressed myself
            In Prince Hilarion's clothes (supposing this
            Consisted with my maiden modesty),
            I might be taken for Hilarion's self.
            But what is this to you or me, who think
            Of all mankind with undisguised contempt?
PRINCESS.   Contempt? Why, damsel, when I think of man,
            Contempt is not the word.
CYRIL. (Getting tipsy)                I'm sure of that,
            Or if it is, it surely should not be!

HILARION. (Aside to Cyril) Be quiet, idiot, or they'll find us out.

CYRIL. The Prince Hilarion's a goodly lad!

PRINCESS. You know him, then?

CYRIL. (Tipsily) I rather think I do! We are inseparables!

PRINCESS. Why, what's this? You love him then?

CYRIL. We do indeed – all three!

HILARION. Madam, she jests! (Aside to Cyril) Remember where you are!

CYRIL.   Jests?  Not at all! Why, bless my heart alive,
         You and Hilarion, when at the Court,
         Rode the same horse!
PRINCESS. (Horrified)         Astride?
CYRIL.                                 Of course!  Why not?
         Wore the same clothes – and once or twice, I think,
         Got tipsy in the same good company!

PRINCESS. Well, these are nice young ladies, on my word!

CYRIL. (Tipsy)  Don't you remember that old kissing-song
         He'd sing to blushing Mistress Lalage,
         The hostess of the Pigeons?  Thus it ran:

During symphony Hilarion and Florian try to stop Cyril. He shakes them off angrily.

SONG – 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 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!
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 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!

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 onto 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.

SACHARISSA. He catches her!

MELISSA. And now he lets her go! Again she's in his grasp –

PSYCHE. And now she's not – He seizes her back hair!

BLANCHE. (Not looking) And it comes off!

PSYCHE. No, no! She's saved! – she's saved! – she's saved! – she's saved!

FINALE, ACT II

GIRLS. Oh joy! our chief is saved
        And by Hilarion's hand;
       The torrent fierce he braved,
        And brought her safe to land!
         For his intrusion we must own
         This doughty deed may well atone!
PRINCESS.  Stand forth, ye three,
           Whoe'er ye be,
           And hearken to our stern decree!
CYR., FLOR., & HIL.  Have mercy, O Lady; disregard your oaths!
PRINCESS.            I know not mercy, men in women's clothes!
           The man whose sacrilegious eyes
           Invade our strict seclusion, dies.
           Arrest these coarse intruding spies!

They are arrested by the "Daughters of the Plough". Cyril and Florian are bound.

SONG – HILARION

Whom thou has chain'd must wear his chain,
 Thou canst not set him free,
He wrestles with his bonds in vain
 Who lives by loving thee!
If heart of stone for heart of fire,
 Be all thou hast to give,
If dead to my heart's desire,
  Why should I wish to live?
CHORUS.   Have mercy, O lady!
No word of thine – no stern command
 Can teach my heart to rove,
Then rather perish by thy hand,
 Than live without thy love!
A loveless life apart from thee
 Were hopeless slavery –
If kindly death will set me free,
 Why should I fear to die?
CHORUS.   Have mercy!

He is bound by two of the attendants. The three gentlemen are marched off.

Enter Melissa.

MELISSA.   Madam, without the castle walls
            An armed band
           Demand admittance to our halls
            For Hildebrand!
ALL.       Oh, horror!
PRINCESS.  Deny them!
           We will defy them!
ALL.        Too late – too late!
            The castle gate
           Is battered by them!

The gate yields. Soldiers rush in. Arac, Guron, and Scynthius are with them, but with their hands handcuffed.

MEN.       Walls and fences scaling,
            Promptly we appear;
           Walls are unavailing,
            We have enter'd here.
           Female execration.
            Stifle if you're wise.
           Stop your lamentation,
            Dry your pretty, pretty eyes!
GIRLS.     Rend the air with wailing.
            Shed the shameful tear!
            Man has enter'd here.
           Walls are unavailing.

Enter Hildebrand.

RECITATIVE

PRINCESS.     Audacious tyrant, do you dare
              To beard a maiden in her lair?
HILDEBRAND.   Since you inquire,
              We've no desire
              To beard a maiden here, or anywhere!
SOLDIERS.     No, no. We've no desire
              To beard a maiden here or anywhere!

SOLO – HILDEBRAND

              Some years ago,
              No doubt you know
               (And if you don't I'll tell you so),
              You gave your troth
              Upon your oath
               To Hilarion my son.
              A vow you make
              You must not break,
               (If you think you may, it's a great mistake),
              For a bride's a bride
              Though the knot were tied
               At the early age of one!
                And I'm a peppery kind of King,
                Whose indisposed for parleying
                To fit the wit of a bit of chit,
                And that's the long and the short of it!
SOLDIERS.       For he's a peppery, etc.
HILDEBRAND.   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 that's the long and the short of it!
SOLDIERS.        For he's a peppery, etc.

TRIO – ARAC, GURON, and SCYNTHIUS

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) Yes! Yes! Yes! Better p'raps 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) Yes! Yes! Yes! 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!
BROTHERS.   We rather think he dares, but never mind!
HILDEBRAND. I rather think I dare, but never, never mind!
            Enough of parley as a special boon.
            We give you till tomorrow afternoon;
            Release Hilarion, then, and be his bride
            Or you'll incur the guilt of fratricide!
PRINCESS.   To yield at once to such a foe
             With shame we're rife;
            So quick! away with him, although
             He saved my life!
            That he is fair, and strong, and tall
            Is very evident to all,
            Yet I will die, before I call myself his wife!
OTHERS.     Oh, yield at once, 'twere better so,
             Than risk a strife!
            And let the Prince Hilarion go;
             He saved thy life!
PRINCESS.                             OTHERS.
That he is fair and strong and tall   Hilarion's fair and strong and tall;
Is very evident to all;               A worse misfortune might befall.
Yet I will die before I call          It's not so dreadful after all
Myself his wife!                      To be his wife!
PRINCESS.   Though I am but a girl,
            Defiance thus I hurl:
             Our banners all
             On outer wall
            We fearlessly unfurl!

The Princess stands, surrounded by girls kneeling. Hildebrand and soldiers stand on built rocks at back and sides of stage. Picture.

Act III[edit]

Scene: Outer Walls and Courtyard of Castle Adamant. Melissa, Sacharissa, and ladies discovered, armed with battleaxes.

CHORUS – GIRLS

Death to the invader!
 Strike a deadly blow,
As an old Crusader
 Struck his Paynim foe!
Let our martial thunder
Fill his soul with wonder,
Tear his ranks asunder,
 Lay the tyrant low!
Death to the invader!
 Strike a deadly blow,
As an old Crusader
 Struck his Paynim foe!
MELISSA.   Thus our courage, all untarnish'd,
            We're instructed to display;
           But to tell the truth unvarnish'd,
            We are more inclined to say,
           "Please you, do not hurt us,"
ALL.        "Do not hurt us, if it please you!"
MELISSA.   "Please you let us be."
ALL.        "Let us be – let us be!"
MELISSA.   "Soldiers disconcert us."
ALL.        "Disconcert us, if it please you!"
MELISSA.   "Frighten'd maids are we!"
ALL.        "Maids are we, maids are we!"
MELISSA.   But 'twould be an error
           To confess our terror,
           So in Ida's name,
           Boldly we exclaim:
ALL.        Death to the invader!
             Strike a deadly blow,
            As an old Crusader
             Struck his Paynim foe!

Flourish. Enter Princess, armed, attended by Blanche and Psyche.

PRINCESS.   I like your spirit, girls!  We have to meet
            Stern bearded warriors in fight to-day;
            Wear naught but what is necessary
            To preserve your dignity before their eyes,
            And give your limbs full play.
BLANCHE.    One moment, ma'am,
            Here is a paradox we should not pass
            Without inquiry. We are prone to say
            "This thing is Needful – that, Superfluous" –
            Yet they invariably co-exist!
            We find the Needful comprehended in
            The circle of the grand Superfluous,
            Yet the Superfluous cannot be brought
            Unless you're amply furnished with the Needful.
            These singular considerations are —
PRINCESS.   Superfluous, yet not Needful – so you see
            The terms may independently exist.
(To Ladies) Women of Adamant, we have to show
            That women, educated to the task,
            Can meet Man, face to face, on his own ground,
            And beat him there. Now, let us set to work;
            Where is our lady surgeon?
SACH.                                  Madam, here!
PRINCESS.   We shall require your skill to heal the wounds
            Of those that fall.
SACH. (Alarmed)                 What, heal the wounded?
PRINCESS.                                               Yes!
SACH.       And cut off real live legs and arms?
PRINCESS.                                        Of course!
SACH.       I wouldn't do it for a thousand pounds!
PRINCESS.   Why, how is this?  Are you faint-hearted, girl?
            You've often cut them off in theory!
SACH.       In theory I'll cut them off again 
            With pleasure, and as often as you like,
            But not in practice.
PRINCESS.                        Coward!  Get you hence;
            I've craft enough for that, and courage too –
            I'll do your work! My fusiliers, advance! –
            Why, you are armed with axes! Gilded toys!
            Where are your rifles, pray?
CHLOE.                                   Why, please you, ma'am,
            We left them in the armoury, for fear
            That in the heat and turmoil of the fight,
            They might go off!
PRINCESS.                      "They might!" Oh, craven souls!
            Go off yourselves! Thank heaven I have a heart
            That quails not at the thought of meeting men;
            I will discharge your rifles! Off with you!

Exit Chloe.

PRINCESS.   Where's my bandmistress?
ADA.                                 Please you, ma'am, the band
            Do not feel well, and can't come out today!
PRINCESS.   Why, this is flat rebellion! I've no time
            To talk to them just now. But, happily,
            I can play several instruments at once,
            And I will drown the shrieks of those that fall
            With trumpet music, such as soldiers love!
            How stand we with respect to gunpowder?
            My Lady Psyche – you who superintend
            Our lab'ratory – are you well prepared
            To blow these bearded rascals into shreds?
PSYCHE.     Why, madam –
PRINCESS.                Well?
PSYCHE.                        Let us try gentler means.
            We can dispense with fulminating grains
            While we have eyes with which to flash our rage!
            We can dispense with villainous saltpetre
            While we have tongues with which to blow them up!
            We can dispense, in short, with all the arts
            That brutalize the practical polemist!
PRINCESS. (Contemptuously)  I never knew a more dispensing chemist!
            Away, away – I'll meet these men alone,
            Since all my women have deserted me!

Exeunt all but Princess, singing refrain of "Please you, do not hurt us", pianissimo.

PRINCESS.   So fail my cherished plans – so fails my faith –
            And with it hope, and all that comes of hope!

SONG – PRINCESS

I built upon a rock,
 But ere Destruction's hand
  Dealt equal lot
  To Court and cot,
 My rock had turn'd to sand!
I leant upon an oak,
 But in the hour of need,
  Alack-a-day,
  My trusted stay
 Was but a bruisèd reed!
 A bruisèd reed!
  Ah, faithless rock,
  My simple faith to mock!
  Ah, trait'rous oak,
  Thy worthlessness to cloak!
I drew a sword of steel
 But when to home and hearth
  The battle's breath
  Bore fire and death,
 My sword was but a lath!
I lit a beacon fire,
 But on a stormy day
  Of frost and rime,
  In wintertime,
 My fire had died away,
 Had died away!
  Ah, coward steel,
  That fear can un-anneal!
  False fire indeed,
  To fail me in my need,
  To fail me in my need!

Princess sinks upon a rock. Enter Chloe and all the Ladies.

CHLOE. Madam, your father and your brothers claim an audience!

PRINCESS. What do they do here?

CHLOE. They come to fight for you!

PRINCESS. Admit them!

BLANCHE. Infamous! One's brothers, ma'am, are men!

PRINCESS.   So I have heard.
            But all my women seem to fail me when
            I need them most. In this emergency,
            Even one's brothers may be turned to use.

GAMA. (Entering, pale and unnerved) My daughter!

PRINCESS. Father! Thou art free!

GAMA.                             Aye, free!
            Free as a tethered ass! I come to thee
            With words from Hildebrand. Those duly given
            I must return to blank captivity.
            I'm free so far.
PRINCESS.                    Your message.
GAMA.                                      Hildebrand
            Is loth to war with women. Pit my sons,
            My three brave sons, against these Wiktionary:popinjays,
            These tufted jack-a-dandy featherheads,
            And on the issue let thy hand depend!
PRINCESS.   Insult on insult's head! Are we a stake
            For fighting men? What fiend possesses thee,
            That thou has come with offers such as these
            From such as he to such a one as I?
GAMA.       I am possessed
            By the pale devil of a shaking heart!
            My stubborn will is bent. I dare not face
            That devilish monarch's black malignity!
            He tortures me with torments worse than death:
            I haven't anything to grumble at!
            He finds out what particular meats I love,
            And gives me them. The very choicest wines,
            The costliest robes – the richest rooms are mine.
            He suffers none to thwart my simplest plan,
            And gives strict orders none should contradict me!
            He's made my life a curse! (Weeps)

PRINCESS. My tortured father!

SONG – GAMA

        Whene'er I poke
        Sarcastic joke
         Replete with malice spiteful,
        This people mild
        Politely smiled,
         And voted me delightful!
        Now, when a wight
        Sits up all night
         Ill-natured jokes devising,
        And all his wiles
        Are met with smiles
         It's hard, there's no disguising!
          Oh, don't the days seem lank and long
          When all goes right and nothing goes wrong,
          And isn't your life extremely flat
          With nothing whatever to grumble at!
CHORUS.   Oh, isn't your life extremely flat
          With nothing whatever to grumble at!
GAMA.   When German bands
        From music stands
         Played Wagner imperfectly –
        I bade them go –
        They didn't say no,
         But off they went directly!
        The organ boys
        They stopped their noise,
         With readiness surprising,
        And grinning herds
        Of hurdy-gurds
         Retired apologising!
          Oh, don't the days seem lank and long, etc.
CHORUS.   Oh, isn't your life extremely flat, etc.
GAMA.   I offered gold
        In sums untold
         To all who'd contradict me –
        I said I'd pay
        A pound a day
         To any one who kicked me –
        I've bribed with toys
        Great vulgar boys
         To utter something spiteful,
        But, bless you, no!
        They would be so
         Confoundedly politeful!
          In short, these aggravating lads,
          They tickle my tastes, they feed my fads,
          They give me this and they give me that,
          And I've nothing whatever to grumble at!
CHORUS.   Oh, isn't your life extremely flat
          With nothing whatever to grumble at!

Gama bursts into tears and falls sobbing on a seat.

PRINCESS. My poor old father! How he must have suffered! Well, well, I yield!

GAMA. (Hysterically) She yields! I'm saved, I'm saved! (Exit.)

PRINCESS.   Open the gates -- admit these warriors,
            Then get you all within the castle walls. (Exit.)

The gates are opened and the girls mount the battlements as the soldiers enter. Arac, Guron, and Scynthius also enter.

CHORUS – SOLDIERS

When anger spreads his wing,
 And all seems dark as night for it,
 There's nothing but to fight for it,
But ere you pitch your ring,
 Select a pretty site for it,
 (This spot is suited quite for it)
And then you gaily sing,
And then you gaily sing:
 "Oh, I love the jolly rattle
 Of an ordeal by battle;
 There's an end of tittle-tattle
  When your enemy is dead.
 It's an arrant molly-coddle
 Fears a crack upon his noddle
 And he's only fit to swaddle
  In a downy feather-bed!
GIRLS.                          SOLDIERS.
For a fight's a kind of thing   Oh, I love the jolly rattle of an ordeal by battle;
That I love to look upon,       There's an end of tittle-tattle when your enemy is dead.
 So let us sing                 It's an arrant molly-coddle
 "Long live the king            Fears a crack upon his noddle,
And his son Hilarion!"          And he's only fit to swaddle in a downy feather-bed!

During this, Hilarion, Florian, and Cyril are brought out by the "Daughters of the Plough". They are still bound and wear the robes. Enter Gama.

GAMA. Hilarion! Cyril! Florian! dressed as women! Is this indeed Hilarion?

HILARION. Yes, it is!

GAMA.       Why, you look handsome in your women's clothes!
            Stick to 'em! Men's attire becomes you not!
(To Cyr. and Flor.)  And you, young ladies, will you please to pray
            King Hildebrand to set me free again?
            Hang on his neck and gaze into his eyes –
            He never could resist a pretty face! 
HILARION.   You dog, you'll find, though I wear woman's garb,
            My sword is long and sharp!
GAMA.                                    Hush, pretty one!
            Here's a virago! Here's a termagant!
            If length and sharpness go for anything,
            You'll want no sword while you can wag your tongue!
CYRIL.      What need to waste your words on such as he?
            He's old and crippled.
GAMA.                              Aye, but I've three sons,
            Fine fellows, young and muscular, and brave,
            They're well worth talking to! Come, what d'ye say?
ARAC.       Aye, pretty ones, engage yourselves with us,
            If three rude warriors affright you not!
HILARION.   Old as you are, I'd wring your shrivelled neck
            If you were not the Princess Ida's father.
GAMA.       If I were not the Princess Ida's father,
            And so had not her brothers for my sons,
            No doubt you'd wring my neck – in safety too!
            Come, come, Hilarion, begin, begin!
            Give them no quarter – they will give you none.
            You've this advantage over warriors
            Who kill their country's enemies for pay:
            You know what you are fighting for – look there!
              (Pointing to ladies on the battlements.)

Exit Gama. Hilarion, Florian, and Cyril are led off.

SONG – ARAC, GURON, SCYNTHIUS, and CHORUS

ARAC.         This helmet, I suppose,
              Was meant to ward off blows,
               It's very hot
               And weighs a lot,
              As many a guardsman knows –
              So off that helmet goes.
OTHERS.        Yes, yes, yes,
               So off that helmet goes!
               (Giving their helmets to attendants)
ARAC.         This tight-fitting cuirass
              Is but a useless mass,
               It's made of steel,
               And weighs a deal,
              This tight-fitting cuirass
              Is but a useless mass –
               A man is but an ass
               Who fights in a cuirass,
              So off goes that cuirass.
OTHERS.        Yes, yes, yes,
               So off goes that cuirass!
               (Removing cuirasses)
ARAC.         These brassets, truth to tell,
              May look uncommon well,
               But in a fight
               They're much too tight,
              They're like a lobster shell.
OTHERS.        Yes, yes, yes,
               They're like a lobster shell!
               (Removing their brassets)
ARAC.         These things I treat the same (indicating leg pieces)
              (I quite forget their name.)
               They turn one's legs
               To cribbage pegs –
              Their aid I thus disclaim,
              Though I forget their name,
              Their aid I thus disclaim!
OTHERS.        Yes, yes, yes, their aid (we/they) thus disclaim!

They remove their leg pieces and wear close-fitting shape suits.

Enter Hilarion, Florian, and Cyril.

Desperate fight between the three Princes and the three Knights, during which the Ladies on the battlements and the Soldiers on the stage sing the following chorus:

CHORUS DURING THE FIGHT

This is our duty plain towards
 Our Princess all immaculate,
We ought to bless her brothers' swords,
 And piously ejaculate:
  Oh, Hungary!
  Oh, Hungary!
   Oh, doughty sons of Hungary!
  May all success
  Attend and bless
   Your warlike ironmongery!
Hilarion! Hilarion! Hilarion!

By this time, Arac, Guron, and Scynthius are on the ground, wounded; Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian stand over them.

PRINCESS.   (Entering through gate and followed by Ladies, Hildebrand, and Gama.)
            Hold! stay your hands! – we yield ourselves to you!
            Ladies, my brothers all lie bleeding there!
            Bind up their wounds – but look the other way.
            (Coming down) Is this the end? (Bitterly to Lady Blanche)
            How say you, Lady Blanche –
            Can I with dignity my post resign?
            And if I do, will you then take my place?
BLANCHE:    To answer this, it's meet that we consult
            The great Potential Mysteries;  I mean
            The five Subjunctive Possibilities –
            The May, the Might, the Would, the Could, the Should.
            Can you resign? The Prince May claim you; if
            He Might, you Could – and if you Should, I Would!
PRINCES.    I thought as much! Then to my fate I yield –
            So ends my cherished scheme! Oh, I had hoped
            To band all women with my maiden throng,
            And make them all abjure tyrannic Man!
HILDEBRAND.   A noble aim!
PRINCESS.                  You ridicule it now;
            But if I carried out this glorious scheme,
            At my exalted name Posterity
            Would bow in gratitude!
HILDEBRAND.                          But pray reflect –
            If you enlist all women in your cause,
            And make them all abjure tyrannic Man,
            The obvious question then arises: "How
            Is this Posterity to be provided?"
PRINCESS.   I never thought of that! My Lady Blanche,
            How do you solve the riddle?
BLANCHE.                                 Don't ask me –
            Abstract Philosophy won't answer it.
            Take him – he is your Shall. Give in to Fate!
PRINCESS.   And you desert me. I alone am staunch!
HILARION.   Madam, you placed your trust in Woman – well,
            Woman has failed you utterly – try Man,
            Give him one chance, it's only fair – besides,
            Women are far too precious, too divine,
            To try unproven theories upon.
            Experiments, the proverb says, are made
            On humble subjects – try our grosser clay,
            And mould it as you will!
CYRIL.                                Remember, too
            Dear Madam, if at any time you feel
            A-weary of the Prince, you can return
            To Castle Adamant, and rule your girls
            As heretofore, you know.
PRINCESS.                            And shall I find
            The Lady Psyche here?
PSYCHE.                           If Cyril, ma'am,
            Does not behave himself, I think you will.
PRINCESS.   And you, Melissa, shall I find you here?
MELISSA.    Madam, however Florian turns out,
            Unhesitatingly I answer, No!
GAMA.       Consider this, my love: if your mama
            Had looked on matters from your point of view
            (I wish she had), why, where would you have been?
BLANCHE.    There's an unbounded field of speculation
            On which I could discourse for hours!
PRINCESS.                                         No doubt!
            We will not trouble you. Hilarion,
            I have been wrong – I see my error now.
            Take me, Hilarion – "We will walk this world
            Yoked in all exercise of noble end!
            And so through those dark gates across the wild
            That no one knows!" Indeed, I love thee – Come!

FINALE

PRINCESS.   With joy abiding,
            Together gliding
             Through life's variety,
             In sweet society,
            And thus enthroning
            The love I'm owning,
            On this atoning
             I will rely!
CHORUS.     It were profanity
            For poor humanity
            To treat as vanity
             The sway of Love.
            In no locality
            Or principality
            Is our mortality
             Its sway above!
HILARION.   When day is fading,
            With serenading
             And such frivolity
             Of tender quality –
            With scented showers
            Of fairest flowers,
            The happy hours
             Will gaily fly!
CHORUS.     It were profanity, etc.
ALL.        In no locality, etc.


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This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.