(Exeunt Fairies, right. Spider gives chase. Enter cautiously, left, Muffet carrying her bowl of curds and whey, and Fly. Muffet seats herself on her tuffet, looking about fearfully.)
Muffet. Has the horrid thing really gone away?
Fly (protectingly, but stammering with fright). Of c-c-course, Miss Muffet, I-I will pro-protect you. (He tries to sit on the tuffet.)
Muffet. No, my dear Fly, there is room for only one on the tuffet, you know.
Fly. How can I show my great love for you, my Queen of the Meadow?
Muffet. By slaying the wicked black Spider, who has devoured so many of your relatives, to say nothing of dragon-flies, caterpillars, and—crickets.
Fly (drawing his dagger). I’ll give battle to the monster at once! I’ll slay him single-handed, and wrap him up like a mummy in his own web! Farewell! (Music. Fly kisses the hand of Muffet. Exit Fly, right. Muffet goes on eating her curds and whey.)
CURTAIN.