Because, with all our faults, we love our Queen,
Pol. Yes, yes; with all their faults, they love their Queen.
Ladies.Yes, yes; with all, etc.
[Police, holding Pirates by the collar, take out handkerchiefs and weep.
Ruth enters.
Gen.Away with them, and place them at the bar.
Ruth.One moment; let me tell you who they are.
They are no members of the common throng;
They are all noblemen, who have gone wrong!
Gen., Pol., and Girls. What, all noblemen?