That ever blossomed on ancestral timber,
Is sought in marriage by Sir Joseph Porter,
Our Admiralty’s First Lord, but for some reason,
She does not seem to tackle kindly to it.
But. (with emotion).
Ah, poor Sir Joseph! Ah, I know too well
The anguish of a heart that loves but vainly!
But see, here comes your most attractive daughter.
I go—Farewell!
[Exit.