All for to let you know that I am King George over Great Britain O!
[Fight: King George wounds the Noble Captain.]
Until the close is almost reached the West Wittering Tipteers preserve the illusion of mediæval mummery. But the concluding song transports us to the sentiment of the modern music hall. Its chorus runs, with some callousness:—
"We never miss a mother till she's gone,
Her portrait's all we have to gaze upon,
We can fancy see her there,
Sitting in an old armchair;
We never miss a mother till she's gone."
GRANDMOTHER FOWINGTON
THE PHARISEES