Tris. No, in sooth I'm far too old.
Lady H. Stuff! In spite of years advancing,
Man can do all, if he's bold.
Nan. (drags him about stage dancing).
This way, that way, loosely hopping,
Each one jigging as he can,
Lumb'ring, stumbling, never stopping,
Mighty maze without a plan.
Tris. Then, I must—
Lady H. I command it!
Tris. But no, I can't.
Lady H. Your paces show!
Tris. But my rank,—
Nan. How well you stand it!
That's well I vow.
(They all dance and the ladies sing la-la-la.)