[Falls dead.

Moths.All hail, all hail!

Tramp. Life and death—seems they’re both good if we know how to treat ’em. I’m a battered old moth, I am, but I’ll dance with yer! All hail to life!

Moths. All hail, all hail!

[Moth after Moth falls dead.

Tramp. Butterflies, beetles, moths, and men—why can’t we all live ’appy together? The world’s big enough, and life could be ’appy for everythink—if we ’ad a bit o’ sense.

Moths. All hail, all hail!

Chrysalis. (Shrieking) Out of my way! Behold!

[She rends her husk and leaps forth as a Moth.

Tramp. What? You, Chrysalis? Reely born?