LUCY. But when once more—
Enter GIMFRISKY, singing, "Will you come into my parlor, my pretty little fly?"
[Here the stage simultaneously opens, and the noble steamer sinks out of sight, leaving only the top of one of the smoke-pipes in view, from which emerges BILLY BIRCH, who sings to slow and solemn music:
"Down, down, down, Derry down," "Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear.">[
ACT IV.
At the base of Mount Vesuvius.
Enter the PRINCE of EAREIGH, heavily enveloped in an elegant black velvet opera cloak.
GIMFRISKY. They think they have eluded me, and although this is a hard place to make a corner, I'll be—
LUCY. What a beautiful—(LUCY and CLEONI having entered, R.H.)