What's this? A bit o' good luck at last for a starvin' orfin boy!
What shall I buy? I know—I'll have a cup of cawfy, and a prime saveloy!
Ah,—but it ain't mine—and 'ark ... that music up in the air!
[A harp is heard in the flies.
Can it be mother a-playin' on the 'arp to warn her boy to beware?
(Awestruck.) There's a angel voice that is sayin' plain (solemnly) "Him as prigs what isn't his'n,
Is sure to be copped some day—and then—his time he will do in prison!"
[Goes resolutely to the door, and knocks—The Duke throws open the portals.
Miss J. J. If yer please, Sir, was you aware as you've dropped a thruppenny-bit?
The Duke (after examining the coin.) 'Tis the very piece I have searched for everywhere! You rascal, you've stolen it!
Miss J. J. (bitterly). And that's 'ow a Dook rewards honesty in this world!
[This line is sure of a round of applause.
The Duke (calling off). Policeman, I give this lad in charge for a shameless attempt to rob,
Enter Policeman.