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ACT 2

No. 10: TRIO - Dolly, Inez & Grigg

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DOLLY: (aside to GRIGG)
What is the matter, Peter?
(aside to herself) He seems afraid to greet her!

GRIGG: (aside)
I'm not prepared to meet her!

INEZ: (aside)
A fickle, perjured cheater!

DOLLY: (aside to GRIGG sternly)
Remember, you're a hero - not a booby!

GRIGG: (miserably, aside)
If one wife is too much, Oh what will two be!

INEZ: (with grim satisfaction, aside)
I think another ransom soon will due be!

GRIGG: (aside to DOLLY)
I'll struggle with my shyness.

DOLLY: (aside to GRIGG)
Do overcome your shyness.

INEZ: (aside)
I'll make him pay for slyness.

GRIGG:
Here goes!
(Addresses INEZ, nervously affecting courageous politeness)
How is your Highness?
Your Grace, I mean!
(Taking advantage of DOLLY's turning away laughing at his mistake, he goes on aside to INEZ)
Be merciful, oh, do be!

INEZ: (aside with cutting politeness)
My Grace is well! (aside to him, viciously) You villain!
(aloud, politely) How may you be?

DOLLY: (aside, turning away and laughing)
"Your Highness!" Shy as Peter very few be!
"Your Highness!" Ha! ha! ha!
(aloud) The Duchess will excuse you!

INEZ (taking her hand)
Must you go? I can't refuse you.

GRIGG:
Au revoir!

INEZ: (aside to him while DOLLY is waving her handkerchief, as if to COUNT and COUNTESS in the distance)
I will not lose you!
You're not free!

GRIGG: (despairingly, aside)
I'm not free!

DOLLY: (signalling at wing)
Me they see!

GRIGG: (explaining to INEZ)
Our friends are waiting yonder.

DOLLY:
Hurry up! or off they'll wander,

INEZ: (stopping GRIGG as he tries to pass her)
Then of friends you are much fonder
Than of me!

GRIGG: (miserably)
O dear me!

DOLLY: (signalling)
Past the tree!

GRIGG: (aside, wretchedly)
What a terrible virago!

INEZ puts him round viciously and gets towards DOLLY.

INEZ (aloud to DOLLY, pointing off)
Who are those? They cannot far go?

DOLLY: (to INEZ)
Count and Countess de Gonzago.

INEZ (surprised and delighted)
Them I know!

DOLLY: (surprised and delighted)
What! them you know!

GRIGG: (suddenly recollecting, and now utterly dejected, aside)
Yes! just so!

DOLLY & INEZ:GRIGG: (in depths of despair)
Then let us walk together,Here's a go!
It is such lovely weatherHere's a go!
For walking, I'm in feather, all a-glow,
All a-glow, all a-glow,Here's a go! Here's a go!
All a-glow, all a-glow,Here's a go! Here's a go!

DOLLY: (confidentially to INEZ)
I will tell you as we're walking,
But he must not hear us talking,
How the brigands he went stalking,

INEZ starts. GRIGG despairing.

DOLLY:
Though approve of it you mayn't,
Let us run and go before him
As my story would but bore him,
Should he come, we can't ignore him -
He is modest as a saint!

INEZ:
What a character revealing!
Private diary unsealing!
With a hero we are dealing -
On his honour not a taint.
(aside to him) 'Tis no use in mercy crying!
I shall hear how you've been lying!
For escape don't think of trying
Any trick, or dodge, or feint!

GRIGG: (aside)
Oh, my brain is whirling, reeling,
There is something o'er me stealing,
Just the sickly kind of feeling
That's produced by smelling paint.
I am writhing like a conger,
Going weaker 'stead of stronger,
If they keep it up much longer
I shall have a fit and faint!
Have a fit! Have a fit!
Have a fit!

ENSEMBLE.

DOLLY & INEZ:GRIGG:
What a character revealing!
Private diary unsealing!
With a hero we are dealing -
On his honour not a taint.
Let us run and go before him
As my/your story would but bore him,
Should he come, we can't ignore him -
He is modest as a saint!
Oh, my brain is whirling, reeling,
There is something o'er me stealing,
Just the sickly kind of feeling
That's produced by smelling paint.
I am writhing like a conger,
Going weaker 'stead of stronger,
If they keep it up much longer
I shall have a fit and faint!
  
Then let us walk together,Oh, my brain is whirling, reeling,
It is such lovely weatherThere is something o'er me stealing,
For walking, I'm in feather Just the sickly kind of feeling
All, all a-glow!That's produced by smelling paint, fresh paint.
Then let us walk together, I am writhing like a conger,
For walking, I'm in featherGoing weaker 'stead of stronger,
For walking,
I'm in feather
If they keep it up much longer
I shall have a fit and faint!
All a-glow!Have a fit and faint!
Have a fit!
A-glow!I shall have a fit and faint!
A-glow!Have a fit! I shall have a fit and faint!
All a-glow!A fit and faint!

DOLLY and INEZ dance off merrily arm in arm. GRIGG whirls about, then staggers and falls into chair, fainting.

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