Chapter I: Act I

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CASTLE COURTYARD OF NOUGAT I.—_Suitors grouped about stage, looking up at window_, L. C. _All with guitars. All singing._

No. 1.

(_Suitors all crowd together at castle door, and consult._)

_1st S._—Oh! where are servants? She’s at home, I trust.
Let’s ring.

_2d S._— We dare not!

_3d S._— Oh! we can’t!

_1st S._— We must!
There’s no one here; we’ll have to ring this bell.
_You_ do it. I’m too tired (_to 2d S._).

_2d S._— Very well.
But stay! ’twill jar my nerves. (_To 3d S._) _You_ ring.

_3d S._— What! _I?_
With feelings so depressed? Oh, no! You try (_to 4th_).
Here, ring!

_4th S._—Ah! well, if so, I must. But, oh!
Suppose there is a dog. _You_ ring (_to 5th S._).

_5th S._— No! no!
Perhaps they have a gun that shoots. Oh! dear.
I am afraid. _You_ ring (_to 6th S._).

_6th S._— I’m dead with fear.
I wonder if she’s in. What _shall_ we do?
_You_ ring (_to 1st S._).

_1st S._— No. _You_ (_to 2d_).

_2d S._— No. _You_ (_to 3d_).

_3d S._— No. _You_ (_to 4th_).

_4th S._— No. _You_ (_to 5th_).

_2d S._— How _can_ we do it?

_1st S._— Do it in a crowd!
By ringing all together—quick and loud.

(_Suitors all take hands down stage; go up hand in hand cautiously, and prepare to ring._ 1ST S. _holding bell._)

No. 2.

_Music._—_Prelude._ (_All pull and sing._)

| _All._— Ring at the door-bell,
| Pull at the knocker;
| Ring at the door-bell. _Pull!_
|
| (_Pull door-bell out. All fall down stage. Music. Enter_ SASSY _and_
| MAIDS C. _door._)
|
| _Sassy._— Gentlemen, why do you ring so loudly
| That our door-bell gives away?
|
| _Suitors._— We have come to see your Royal Mistress,
| Is she to be seen to-day?
|
| _Maids._— { No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
| _Suitors._— { Oh! in love, in love we are.
|
| _Maids._— { You must see her Pa.
| _Suitors._— { Not with her Pa.
|
| _Maids._— { For you strangers are.
| _Suitors._— { We’re from afar, we are.
|
| _Maids._— { No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
| _Suitors._— { To see our love.
|
| _Maids._— { You must talk with her Papa-a-a-a-a-a.
| _Suitors._— { Not her Papa a-a-a-a-a.
|
| (_Suitors step forward and show cards._)
|
| _2d Verse._
|
| _Suitors._— Here you have our cards all neatly made by
| Tiffany, of New York city.
|
| _Sassy._— That establishes your reputation.
| We will take them unto her.
|
| _Suitors._— { Please be sure they go to her.
| _Maids._— { We’ll be sure they go to her.
|
| _Suitors._— { Please be sure they go to her.
| _Maids._— { We’ll be sure they go to her.

(SUITORS _give cards to_ MAIDS. _Exeunt_ SASSY _and_ MAIDS _into house_ C.)

_Interlude._

(SUITORS _come down_ R. _front and sing._)

No. 3.

(_All talk together back_ R. _Music. Enter King with cards, to slow dance._—KING _comes down_ C., _and sings._)

No. 4.

(_Dances slowly around stage. Sees_ SUITORS _and speaks._)

_King._— Ah! gentlemen! Good morning—hope you’re well.

_Suitors._—Yes!—thank your Highness!

_King._— That is good—now tell
Your business here.

_Suitors._— Yes—thank your High—

_King._— (_Interrupting._)— Proceed!
You come as suitors,

_Suitors._— Yes, my liege!

_King._— Indeed!
(_Aside._) Our daughter seems to be in great demand;
I wonder if they only want her hand.
That’s all that they can get—for I’m so poor
I don’t know where to find my lunch. I’m sure
The man that marries her must furnish gold,
And do it now—at once—they must be told.

(_Turning to Suitors. Aloud._)

Now, gentlemen, to business—you are here
As suitors for our daughter, that is clear.
You love our daughter—if aright we read.

_Suitors._—Oh, yes, your Highness, very much indeed.

_King._— Yes!—that is clear—now, as to worldly things
Pray—let us see the gifts that each one brings.

_Suitors._—The gifts! Your Highness— (_Astonished._)

_King._— Certainly—of course
Some compensation equal to the loss
To us—both for the time we’re wasting here,
And for the losing of our daughter dear.

_Suitors._—Good Gracious! (_Low to each other._)

_King._— (_Impatiently._) Well!—be quick!—here is our crown.
Out with your money, now, and put it down.

(_King holds crown behind him. Suitors all advance, and put in money._)

’Tis our unfailing custom—ever since
The time when we became a Sovereign Prince,
And had a daughter with enough good looks
To ope to me—her suitors’ pocket-books—

(_Takes money from crown and puts it in pocket._)

And now as this small point of etiquette
Has been so easily and surely met,
We’ll ask you to excuse us for a while,
Until we go and put your cards on file.
And with the Princess, we’ll return again
Within this court about the hour of ten.

(_King bows, and exit_ C. _door. Suitors stand in same positions
looking at each other in silence, feeling in pockets._—_Pause._)

_1st S._— Ah well! we’ve done it now. He has the gold;
It’s customary I suppose, and old—
It’s very sad—but stay! ’tis nearly ten,
Let’s brush ourselves a bit and try again.

(_Music and jingling of bells outside._)

_1st S._— What sound is that—how palpitates my heart,
They must be coming—do you know your part?
Get in your places—don’t appear to see,
But fold your hands and sigh—and copy me.

(SUITORS _form at back_ L. _Music and bells. Enter_ CARAMELLA _and_ KING, _dancing_, _hand and hand._)

No. 5.

(CARA. _suddenly sees_ SUITORS—_stops, changes manner_—_then to_ SUITORS.)

_Cara._— Hey-day! what’s this?

_King._— These gentlemen, my dear,
Are suitors for your hand.

(SUITORS _all look down, meekly._)

_Cara._— So they appear.
I’m bored to death by suitors,—go away.

_King._— Just listen first to what they have to say,
They surely are entitled to be heard,
(_Aside._) Besides, they’ve paid out money for a word.

_Cara._— Indeed. Well, let them talk, I’m all suspense;
Proceed, kind gentlemen, but utter sense.

(SUITORS _all come down meekly and sing._)

No. 6.

(_Music._)

| _Suitors._—Oh! Princess, we can talk and warble
| In a most agreeable way,
| At tennis we are very prominent,
| And also great at croquet.
| We play at battledore and shuttlecock—
| In knickerbockers arrayed,
| But are particularly pleasant
| While we trill this sweet serenade.
| Zum-la-la-la-la-la, (_Playing on guitars._)
| Zum-la-la-la-a.
| Just give to this a passing glance.
| See, in what harmony we dance—
| Easy and graceful, lightly we tread.
| Please, Miss Caramella, look with
| Favor on our suit.
| Oh! marry us.
|
| _Suitors._— { Come dance, boys—kick up, boys,
| _Cara. & K._— { Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha.
|
| _Suitors._— { And cut the pigeon wing.
| _Cara. & K._— { How perfectly absurd.
|
| _Suitors._— { Again, boys. Put in, boys,
| _Cara. & K._— { Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha.
|
| _Suitors._— { And show her how we fling.
| _Cara. & K._— { How perfectly absurd.
|
| _Suitors._— { To right—to left—in front—
| _Cara. & K._— { How perfectly absurd.
|
| _Suitors._— { Behind—below—oh—oh—oh—oh—
| _Cara. & K._— { How perfectly absurd.

(_All dance furiously_, CARA. _and_ KING _laughing. At end of music_ SUITORS _all get down on knees and wait._)

_Cara._ (_sarcastically_).—
And is this all? Quite finished? Surely done?
Not overlooked a single charm—not one?
You all excel in something—so you say;
(_Changing tone quickly._)
You don’t excel enough—please go away.

(_Turns back on_ SUITORS _and goes down_ R.)

_Suitors._—Alas!

_King._— We feel most sorry for your woe,
But such is fate. We fear you’ll have to go.

_1st S._— Have pity, oh! your Highness. See us here
Most miserable suitors. See that tear.
(_Showing handkerchief._)
Be kind to us poor suitors.

_King_ (_sternly._)— Gentlemen!
We are surprised to hear that word again;
You are not suitors!

_1st S._— Yes, your Highness.

_King._— No!!
Didn’t you hear our daughter tell you so?
How can you _suitors_ be when you don’t—

_Cara._— Hush!
Oh, father, do not say it—please don’t.

_King._— Tush!
It is our duty as a crownèd Prince;
We can’t descend from speaking plain, to hints.
You can’t be suitors.

_Suitors._— Tell at any cost!

_King._— Because you do not _suit her_!

(KING _and_ CARA. _burst out into laughter. Suitors get up slowly
and brush dust off knees._)

_1st S._— Of course, if you choose to treat us in this way,
We obey.

_2d S._— I suppose you have the right to be gay
At our expense—but it won’t pay.

_3d S._— You of course can say—anything you choose,
Certainly you may.

_4th S._— But here we shall not stay

_5th S._— To hear all the mean things you say,

_6th S._— In this disagreeable way.

_All._— Good day.

(_Exeunt_ R. _gate quickly._)

_King_ (_turning._).—Hey?
Ah! they have gone.

(CARA. _begins to cry._ KING _turns and sees her._)

Hullo! Why how is this?
What, crying, daughter? Didn’t you dismiss
These silly men because they didn’t suit?
I do not understand it—I’m a brute!

_Cara._— Oh! dearest father (_aside_, Yes, I’ll tell,) my heart
Is sad beyond the power of suitor’s art;
I sigh for other things, and sigh again
For something else; but always sigh in vain.
I wait with eager longing for the time
When I can reach that altitude sublime,
For which I hope—which in my dreams I see—
Oh! dearest father, don’t you pity me?

_King._— Alas! my daughter, this is hard to hear—
You’re eating candy far too much, my dear.

_Cara._— Oh! no, dear pa.

_King._— Then you in love must be,
Those symptoms indicate a heart not free.
You love!!!

_Cara._— Ah, yes!

_King_ (_starting_).— What!! Do I hear aright?
You love! (_Aside._) Great guns! my income put to flight.
When this unfortunate result is told,
Good-bye to suitors, and to all their gold.
(_Aloud._) Oh, daughter! daughter! this will never do.
(_Fiercely._) Who is this _creature_ that’s beloved by you?

_Cara._— Ah! yes, I love! but in a different way
From that expressed by those buffoons to-day.
My love is sticky.

_King._— _Sticky??_

_Cara._— Yes, and sweet.
And _almost_—but not _quite_—too good to eat.

_King._— Who is he? Are you raving?

_Cara._— No, dear pa.
How impolite and curious you are.
I love!—_oh heavens!_—even in my dreams,
Molasses candy! gum drops! choc’late creams!
’Tis that I love—’tis _candy_ I adore.

_King (aside)._—
The danger is averted.
(_Aloud to Cara._) Tell me more.

(_Music._) (CARA. _comes down front and sings._)

No. 7.

(_Et sequitur—same as first. Exit_ CARA.—_up stage_ L. _while singing._)

_King._—(_Solil._) All this is very nice, but as it sounds
Experience was gained by eating pounds
Of candy—ah! who’s this—

(_Enter_ SASSYFRASS C.)

Oh! Sassyfrass,
I want some information here—my lass.
How many pounds of candy, in a day,
Can you and Caramella put away.

_Sassy._— Excuse me—“Put away.”

_King._— Eat!!

_Sassy._— Oh!—I see!
In pounds?

_King._— Yes!

_Sassy_ (_counting_).—Eighteen, twenty, twenty-three.

_King._— Great guns!

_Sassy._— Why, that’s not much.

_King._— You mean to say
That she eats three-and-twenty pounds a day?
Ah!—that’s the reason why she fails to see
The sweetness in her lovers—twenty-three.
(_Aside._) Good gracious!—twenty-three!!—and _I_ to pay;
I’ll marry her this very blessed day,
I will!—What, twenty-three—as I’m a king—
We change all this.

(CHEMISTS _heard singing outside. Music._)

(_Aloud._) Ah! listen! just the thing;
Those celebrated chemists walking near;
Quick, Sassyfrass—go out and bring them here.

(_Exit_ SASSY. R. _gate._)

I’ll get advice—but I’m reduced, and hence,
I’ll only give a dollar-and-seventy cents.

(_Takes out money from pocket._)

That’s all those suitors gave me—but that sum
Will surely be sufficient—here they come.

(_Music._)

(_Enter_ SASSY., _followed by_ CHEMISTS, R. _gate._ CHEMISTS _dancing._)

No. 8.

| (_Enter_ MAIDS _from back, creeping down, curiously._)
|
| _Chemists._—When you are ill, or blue in the gill,
| If you’re shaking with a chill—
| You’ll shake until—you take our pill.
| It will either cure or it will kill—
| It will either cure or kill.
| This priceless balm we have brought from far,
| The sweet-scented spirits of ammonia.
|
| _Maids._—(_Lean over, smell bottles, and sneeze._) Kechew!!
|
| _Chemists._—Sweet spirits of ammonia.
|
| _All._— Spirits of ammonia.
|
| _Chemists._—We are allopathic— _Maids._—Kechew!
|
| _Chemists._—Or homœopathic— _Maids._—Kechew!
|
| _Chemists._—We cure all diseases by rule mathematic.
|
| _All._— Kechew! Kechew! Kechew! (_Sneezing violently._)
| This precious balm { they } have brought from far,
| { we }
| Is the “spirits ammonia.”
|
| (_Repeat chorus, with drum and cymbals, on “Kechew.”_)

No. 9.

_(Music leads up to note, and gives chord._ PROF. _comes forward as if to sing, but bows, and_ SAYS, _sweetly,_)

_Prof._ (_spoken_).—Good morning!

_All_ (_disappointedly_).—Good morning!

No. 10.

No. 11.

(PROF. _turns and comes down front to_ KING.)

_Prof._— That’s but the smallest part of what I know;
Now, if you like, I’ll go ahead and show
The relative conditions that appear
In pharmacologistic law.

(_Opens large dictionary._)

_Sassy._— Oh dear!

(PROF. _scowls, looks severely at_ SASSY, _then to all._)

_Prof._— Apparently this subject isn’t one
Of universal interest—

(_Shuts dictionary with a bang._)

I’m done!!

_King._— Well, yes! as you were saying—it _is_ late,
(_Cheerfully._) And we have some important things to state.
(_Calling_)—Hey! Caramella!!

(_Enter_ CARA., L.)

Here’s the first of men,
Professor Paracelsus Finigin.

(PROF. _and_ CARA. _bow._)

_Cara._ (_frightened_).—
Oh, thank you!

_Prof._— Charmed! I do assure you, me’m,
Quite pretty well, considering?

_Chemists_ (_very loudly_).—Ahem!!

_Cara._ (_starting_).—O dear! What’s that?

_Prof._— Excuse me, I forgot—

(_To chemists._)

You want an introduction, do you not?

_Chem._—H’m, H’m! (_Assenting._)

_Prof._—Well, this is Princess Caramella, daughter of our honored king, Nougat First.

_Chem._—Ho! Ho! (_Surprised._)

_Prof._ (_to Cara._)—And these gentlemen are followers in my footsteps and like me, though in a minor degree. Doctors of Science and Registered Pharmacists.

_Chem._—Ha! Ha! (_Satisfaction._)

_Prof._ (_introducing_).—Princess Caramella—Registered Pharmacists. Registered Pharmacists—Princess Caramella.

_Chem._—He, he! (_Laughing._)

(CARA. _and_ CHEMISTS _bow._)

_King._—And now, most learned gentlemen, we’ll tell
The reason why we want you.

_Chem._— Very well.

_King._—Our daughter here is sad and sick at heart,
And very much in need of all your art.
She’s eaten so much candy here and there,
That for a lover’s sweetness she don’t care,
And seems unable to pick out, or know
A husband, when she sees him.

_Prof._—Strange!

_Chem._—Ho! Ho!!

_King._—What shall we do?

_Cara._—Oh yes! what shall we do?
Please think of something nice, I trust in you.

_Prof._—H’m, h’m, the case is bad.

_Cara._—Oh, say not so!
I think I’d like to have a real nice beau;
An interesting lover—brave and strong,
And handsome, too—with ringlets light and long,
Yes, find me such an one—

(_Long pause. By-play._ PROF. _and all thinking._)

_Prof._ (_suddenly_).— I have it—stop!
I think I have a meal-bag in my shop,
’Twill make a first-rate stomach, filled with straw;
I’ll warrant it to last six years and more.
A pair of wooden legs—keep still! be calm,
If I remember right, I have an arm.

_Cara._—Oh! that’s just splendid!

_King._— We don’t understand.
A pair of legs—explain it—we command!

_Cara._—Why father, don’t you see? He’ll make a beau.

_Prof._—Yes; manufacture one to order.

_King._— Oh!

_Prof._—I’ve often made ’em—nothing new to me—
Alchemic science—chemistry.

_King._— We see!

_Prof._—And now, as that is all arranged, my lord,
Suppose we shape and settle my reward.

_King._—Oh, yes! most true—we’re sorry it is so,
But as it happens—Saturday, you know—
On Saturday we’re always short. Good-bye!
We’ll see you soon, and settle. (_Aside._) What a lie!

_Prof._—Excuse me, an advance must now be made,
Or else the lover’s clothes will be delayed.
Some money I must have to buy his hat,
His shoes and stockings, coat, and this and that.

_King._—Well, how much, then? (_Angrily._)

_Prof._— Two dollars.

_King._— That’s too steep.
We haven’t it!

_Prof._— Well, then, the beau _I’ll_ keep.

(PROF. _turns to go out._)

_Cara._—Oh, pa!

_King._— We haven’t it!
(_To_ PROF.) Now, look’ee here,
We think that price is very much too dear;
But we can make a compromise, we think,
We’ll give a dollar and seventy cents—in chink.
The other thirty cents cannot be paid
In cash; but take your pick of any maid
Of all these!

_Maids._— We won’t go!!

_King_ (_angrily shouting_).—The entire crew!!

_Maids._—No, sir!

_Sassy._— No, sir! (_Coming forward._)

_King._— We’ll throw in Sassyfrass, too!!

(MAIDS _and_ SASSY. _all crowd together_ L. _and talk._)

_Prof._—It’s done! (_Joyfully_).

_Maids._— We won’t!

_King._— What!!

_Sassy._— We don’t mean offence,
But we’re not going to be sold for thirty cents.
We don’t mind being sold at our own price,
But sold for thirty cents—it isn’t nice.

(_Music._ MAIDS _and_ SASSY. _all talk together—then on last note all scream_—SASSY. _takes up note._)

No. 12.

| _Sassy._— We won’t be sold for thirty cents.
|
| _S. & Maids._— { No, we won’t. No, we won’t.
| _Others._— { Yes, you will. Yes, you will.
|
| _Sassy._— We’ll scratch and bite in our defence.
|
| _S. & Maids._— { Yes, we will; we will.
| _Others._— { No, you won’t; you won’t!
|
| _Prof._— Just listen now to reason.
|
| _S. & Maids._— No, we won’t. No, we won’t.
|
| _King._— We’ll hang you all for treason.
|
| _S. & Maids._— No, you won’t. You can’t!
|
| _S. & Maids._— { No, you won’t; we’ll scratch.
| _Others._— { Yes, we will.
|
| _S. & Maids._— { No, you won’t; we’ll scream.
| _Others._— { Yes, we will; we will.
|
| (MAIDS _and_ SASSY. _all scream._)
|
| _2d Verse._
|
| _Sassy._— We won’t go with him anywhere.
|
| _S. & Maids._— { No, we won’t. No, we wont.
| _Others._— { Yes, you will. Yes, you will.
|
| _Sassy._— Stick pins and needles in his chair.
|
| _S. & Maids._— { Yes, we will; we will.
| _Others._— { No, you won’t; you won’t.
|
| _Chorus.—Same as first._

(MAIDS _and_ SASSY. _scream, then talk loudly by themselves, till stopped by_ KING.)

_King._—Young females! stop this most unseemly burst,
You’re in the presence high of Nougat First.
(_To Prof._) Professor! it is settled. Here’s the cash;

(_Gives money to_ PROF.)

We’ll send these maids when they have grown less rash.

(PROF. _bows—takes money—turns to_ CARA.)

_Prof._—Now, Princess, I can find, as I have said,
The stomach, legs, an arm—perhaps a head.
We’ll put all these together in a wink;
With glue and hinges—then we’ll paint him pink;
But as to features—eyes, and hair, and nose,
As fine as we can make them, I suppose.

_Cara._—Oh yes!—a poem of beauty he must be,
As beautiful—as beautiful—let’s see. (_Thinks._)
As beautiful as candy—Oh!—what fun—
Quick Sassyfrass!—a box of candy—run!

(_Exit_ SASSY. C. _door._)

Oh won’t it be delightful—listen well,
And how I want his features made—I’ll tell.

(_Music._) _Prelude._

No. 13.

| (_Recit._) A box of candy I will give to you. In it you will find
| delicious choc’late creams and lemon drops, rose lozenges and sugar
| almonds, molasses candy, too, and soothing juju paste—but far above
| all others, you will find my caramels, of which his noble heart is
| to be made.
|
| (_Sings._) He must be fair.
|
| _King._—(_Explaining to Chemists._) He must be fair.
|
| _Prof. and Chemists._—(_Writing on slates._) He must be f-a-r-e.
| (_Spelling word._)
|
| _Cara._—With golden hair.
|
| _King._— With golden hair.
|
| _Prof. and Chemists._—(_Writing._) With golden h-a-r-e.
|
| _All._— He must be fair, with golden hair.
|
| _Cara. & King._— { Be ye sure to have it done.
| _Prof. & Chem’s._— { We’ll be sure to have it done.
|
| _All._—He must be fair, with golden hair.
|
| _Cara. & King._— { Please attend to number one.
| _P. & Chem’s._— { We’ll attend to number one.
|
| (_Chemists keeping time by scratching on slates with Pencils._)
|
| _2d Verse._
|
| _Cara._—Voice free from screams.
|
| _King._— Voice free from screams.
|
| _Prof. & Chemists._— Voice free from s-k-r-ee-m-s.
|
| _Cara._—Like choc’late creams.
|
| _King._— Like choc’late creams.
|
| _Prof. & Chemists._— Like choc’late——
|
| (PROF. _speaks._) How do you spell creams?
|
| _Chemists._— With a K.
|
| _All._— Voice free from screams, like choc’late creams.
|
| _Cara. & King._— { As we say, so you must do.
| _P. & Chem’s._— { As you say, so we will do.
|
| _All._— Voice free from screams, like choc’late creams.
|
| _Cara. & King._— { Please attend to number two.
| _P. & Chem’s._— { We’ll attend to number two.
|
| _3d Verse._
|
| _Cara._—Heart which excels.
|
| _King._— Heart which excels.
|
| _Prof. & Chemists._—(_Writing._) Heart which ex-c-e-l-z.
|
| _Cara._—Like caramels.
|
| _King._— Like caramels.
|
| _Prof. & Chemists._— Like cara-m-e-l-z.
|
| _All._— Heart which excels, like caramels.
|
| _Cara. & King._— { As we say, so it must be.
| _P. & Chem’s._— { As you say, so shall it be.
|
| _All._— Heart which excels, like caramels.
|
| _Cara. & King._— { Please attend to number three.
| _P. & Chem’s._— { We’ll attend to number three.

(_During last chorus enter_ SASSY., C. _door, with box of candy._)

_Sassy._—Here is your candy. (_Sullenly._)

_Cara._ (_turning_).— Thank you.
(_To_ PROF.) Now to work.
Here, take it. Stay, I’d better take a look.
Yes, that’s all right—but what!

(_Starts back—screams._)

Oh! horror!!! Oh!!!
Quick!—Catch me.—Ah, I faint and fainter grow.

(KING _holds_ CARA.—_takes box._)

_King._— Great guns!!

_Sassy._— Why, what’s the matter?

_Prof._— Feel her pulse.

(PROF. _feels_ CARA.’S _pulse._)

Ah, intermittent!—very!

_King._— What results?

_Prof._— Refrangible—refulgent!

_Cara._— Where am I?

_Prof._— Octagonal—organic!

_King._— Will she die?

_Prof._— Pre-eminent—we fear it!

_Cara._— Let me go!

(CARA. _stands up._)

I’m better now!

_King._— Recovered?

_Prof._ (_triumphantly_).—Told you so!

_Cara._— Where is it? Take it hence!—away!—depart!
That wicked, horrid, peppery Cinnamon Heart.

_All._— A Cinnamon Heart!!!

_King._— Where is it?

_Cara._ (_pointing to box_).— There! in there!!
Oh take it out, the sight I cannot bear.

(KING _takes Cinnamon Heart out of box, and shows it._)

_King._— Ah! here it is. A Cinnamon Heart! Now say,
What shall be done with it?

_Cara._— Throw it away!!

_King._— It don’t look like a disagreeable thing.
What’s bad about these Cinnamon Hearts?

_Cara._— They _sting_!!

_King._— Oh pshaw! _I_ think they must be very nice.

No. 14.

| (_Low, weird music._)
|
| (_Tastes of Cin. Heart, and then begins to jump about and yell
| with pain._)

Great guns! Oh! water—milk—apollinaris—ice!!
Quick! bring me something this distress to stop.
Ho! water! ice-cream!

_Sassy._— Take a lemon drop.

(_Gives_ KING _lemon drop out of box._)

_King._— Here, Sassyfrass, please take it out of sight,
And smash it—burn it—anything!

_Sassy._— All right.

(SASSY. _takes Cin. Heart from_ KING.)

(_Music._) (_Lights down quickly. Moon._ CARA. _recit._)

No. 15.

No. 16.

_Slow Curtain._ (_Total silence._)

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