Your fond admirer.
Cicely. Ah, my dream is true!
Lord M.
Behold your slave—!
At home, both peer and vassal.
[Throws off duster, and displays his princely costume.]
Hail me—Lord Malapert of Moonshine Castle!
Cicely. O-o-oh! And you’ve come—?
Lord M.
To bear you far away,