Here, again, is the duet sung by the same characters in the course of the same scene:—
I.
Dantès. Here in this gloomy old Château d'If
We don't get beer, and we don't get beef.
Noirtier. They never give us mutton or veal or pork,
On which to exercise knife and fork.
Dantès. No nice spring chicken, or boiled or roast—
No ham-and-eggs, and no snipe-on-toast!
Noirtier. So no wonder we're rapidly growing lean
On the grub served up from the prison cuisine.
Both. Poor prisoners we! Poor prisoners we!
With skilly for breakfast and dinner and tea,
And such dismal diet does not agree
Noirtier. With Seventy-seven!
Dantès. And Ninety-three!