You’ll never guess, I know—
I’ll hazard it and tell you,
Although it may repel you—
Come, whisper, whisper low!
No! no! no! no! no! no! no! no!
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
(After song he lights a cigarette.)
Prin. Infamous creature—get you hence away!
Hilar. Dog! Here is something more to sing about! (Strikes him.)
Cyril. (sobered). Hilarion—are you mad?