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Holiday All unknown, And alone Ha Ha Ha. TUTTI. Here's a pretty tale. [The gods, including those who have lately entered in procession group themselves on rising ground at back. The Thespians kneeling bid them farewell.] ACT II SCENE-the same scene as in Act I with the exception that in place of the ruins that filled the foreground of the stage, the interior of a magnificent temple is seen showing the background of the scene of Act I, through the columns of the portico at the back. High throne. L.U.E. Low seats below it. All the substitute gods and goddesses [that is to say, Thespians] are discovered grouped in picturesque attitudes about the stage, eating and drinking, and smoking and singing the following verses. CHO. Of all symposia The best by half Upon Olympus, here await us. We eat ambrosia. And nectar quaff, It cheers but don't inebriate us. We know the fallacies, Of human food So please to pass Olympian rosy, We built up palaces, Where ruins stood, And find them much more snug and cosy. SILL. To work and think, my dear, Up here would be, The height of conscientious folly. So eat and drink, my dear, I like to see, Young people gay--young people jolly. Olympian food my love, I'll lay long odds, Will please your lips--those rosy portals, What is the good, my love Of being gods, If we must work like common mortals? CHO. Of all symposia...etc. [Exeunt all but Nicemis, who is dressed as Diana and Pretteia, who is dressed as Venus. They take Sillimon's arm and bring him down] SILL. Bless their little hearts, I can refuse them nothing. As the Olympian stage-manager I ought to be strict with them and make them do their duty, but i can't. Bless their little hearts, when I see the pretty little craft come sailing up to me with a wheedling smile on their pretty little figure-heads, I can't turn my back on 'em. I'm all bow, though I'm sure I try to be stern. PRET. You certainly are a dear old thing. SILL. She says I'm a dear old thing. Deputy Venus says I'm a dear old thing. NICE. It's her affectionate habit to describe everybody in those terms. I am more particular, but still even I am bound to admit that you are certainly a very de
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