Original Plays [First Series]

by W. S. Gilbert

Oh, yes, I am a Judge.

All.

And a good Judge too!

Judge.

Though homeward as you trudge,

You declare my law is fudge,

Yet of beauty I’m a judge.

All.

And a good judge too!

(Judge and Plaintiff dance back on to the Bench—the Bridesmaids take the eight garlands of roses from behind the Judge’s desk (where one end of them is fastened) and draw them across floor of Court, so that they radiate from the desk. Two plaster Cupids in bar wigs descend from flies. Red fire.)