I to be such a lion now
I'd ask for nothing more!"
Celia: (Sitting down miserable.) You are a very
wicked man!
Conan: Get up out of that or I'll make you!
Celia: I will not! I'm certain you did this
cruel thing!
Conan: (Taking up bellows.) I'd hardly begrudge
one of my six blasts to be quit of your slowness
and your sluggish ways! Rise up now before
I'll make you that you'll want shoes that will never
wear out, you being ever on the trot and on the
run from morning to the fall of night! Start up
now! I'm on the bounds of doing it!
Celia: What are you raving about?
Conan: To get quit of you I cannot, but to
change your nature I might! I give you warning
...one, two, three!
(Blows.) (Sings: "With a chirrup.") (Air,
"Garryowen.")
"Let you rise and go light like a bird of the air