cheon
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!
Merrily ring the luncheon bell!
Oh

1st Sops: ring! - - - --- 2nd Sophs: merrily,
merrily,
Oh, merrily,
merrily

Chorus: Merrily ring the luncheon bell, 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 Prin