No. 2: CHORUS & DUET (Scaphio & Phantis)
"O make way for the Wise Men"
March. Enter Guard, escorting Scaphio & Phantis.
Chorus. |
O make way for the Wise Men! They are prize-men — Double-first in the world's university! For though lovely this island (Which is my land), She has no one to match them in her city. They're the pride of Utopia — Cornucopia Is each in his mental fertility. O they never make blunder, And no wonder, For they're triumphs of infallibility. So make way for the Wise Men! They are prize-men — Double-first in the world's university! For though lovely this island (Which is my land), She has no one to match them in her city. |
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Both. |
If ever a trick he tries, he tries That savours of rascality, At our decree he dies, he dies Without the least formality. |
Scaphio. | Phantis. |
We fear no rude rebuff, | |
rebuff, | |
Or newspaper publicity; | |
Our word is quite enough, | |
enough, | |
The rest is electricity. | |
A pound of dynamite | |
-amite | |
Explodes in his auriculars; | |
It's not a pleasant sight — | |
-sant sight — | |
We'll spare you the particulars. | |
Its force all men confess, | |
confess, | |
The King needs no admonishing — | |
We may say its success | |
success | |
Is something quite astonishing. |
Both. |
Our despot it imbues, imbues With virtues quite delectable, He minds his P's and Q's, and Q's, — And keeps himself respectable. |
Scaphio. | Of a tyrant polite |
Phantis. | He's a paragon quite. |
Scaphio. | He's as modest and mild |
Phantis. | In his ways as a child; |
Scaphio. | And no one e'er met With an autocrat yet, |
Phantis. | So delightfully bland To the least in the land! |
Both. | So delightfully bland To the least in the land, So bland, so bland! |
Chorus. |
O make way for the Wise Men! They are prize-men — Double-first in the world's university! For though lovely this island (Which is my land), She has no one to match them in her city. |
Exeunt all but Scaphio & Phantis.
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