Captain G. (turning pegs).—It's amazingly difficult to keep a banjo to proper pitch.
Mrs. G.—It's the same with all musical instruments. What shall it be?
Captain G.—"Vanity" and let the hills hear. (Sings through the first and half of the second verse. Turning to Mrs. G.) Now, chorus! Sing, Pussy!
Both Together (con brio, to the horror of the monkeys, who are settling for the night).
"Vanity, all is Vanity," said Wisdom, scorning me—
I clasped my true love's tender hand, and answered frank and free—ee:—
"If this be Vanity, who'd be wise?
"If this be Vanity, who'd be wise?
"If this be Vanity, who'd be wi—ise?
(Crescendo.)—Vanity let it be!"
Mrs. G. (defiantly, to the grey of the evening sky).—"Vanity let it be!"
Echo (from the Fagoo spur).—Let it be!
CURTAIN.
