For the well-bred Captain of the Pinafore!
[After song exeunt all but Captain.
Enter Little Buttercup.
Recitative.
But. Sir, you are sad. The silent eloquence
Of yonder tear that trembles on your eyelash
Proclaims a sorrow far more deep than common;
Confide in me—fear not—I am a mother!
Capt.Yes, Little Buttercup, I’m sad and sorry—
My daughter, Josephine, the fairest flower