They gave it me before we left our home,
But in the hurry of the journey here,
I managed to mislay it—here it is.
Enter Zoram, Chrysal, and Aristæus.
And here are author and composer, too—
And Critic, teeming with humanity.
Come let us hear it.
(Zeolide sings a song. At its conclusion Chrysal and Zoram applaud)
Chrys. (coming forward with all the action of a man who is expressing extreme approval).
Oh, I protest, my ears have never heard