Comic 193CHORUS:
"Our scene: a tavern, early in the eve
At table, sit Lord Marten and his Steve."
STEVEN:
"Forsooth, my robe is almost dry of beer;
My pride is nearly gone, let us leave here."
LORD MARTEN:
"As you wish. I also wish to go
to see the Lady Faye, one whom you know."
(LORD MARTEN AND STEVEN STAND AND MOVE TO EXIT)
(ENTER ELLEN)
ELLEN:
"My lords! I humbly beg of you, leave not
without my number. Steven, you are hot."
STEVEN:
"I thank you for your grace, but didn't you-"
ELLEN:
"-I merely wished to be certain that you
were not a scoundrel and a scheming cad,
who tries to fool young women; I am glad
that your behaviour was not loud or crude,
indeed, you made me think I was quite rude.
You have my number; please, give me a call;
I'll gladly answer, any time at all."
(EXEUNT ELLEN)
STEVEN:
"Surely, this must be some kind of jest;
this Ellen, she must clearly be the best;
Outmaneuvered at my every turn!
my loins are such afire, I think I'll burn."
LORD MARTEN:
"I did not need to know about your loins,
but you have clearly earned some coins."
CHORUS:
"Butts"