SCENE.--Courtyard of Ko-Ko's Palace in Titipu.Japanese nobles discovered standing and sitting in attitudes suggested by native drawings.
CHORUS OF NOBLES.
If you want to know who we are, We are gentlemen of Japan:
On many a vase and jar--
On many a screen and fan, We figure in lively paint:
Our attitude's queer and quaint--
You're wrong if you think it ain't, oh!
If you think we are worked by strings, Like a Japanese marionette, You don't understand these things:
It is simply Court etiquette.
Perhaps you suppose this throng Can't keep it up all day long?
If that's your idea, you're wrong, oh!
Enter Nanki-Poo in great excitement.He carries a native guitar on his back and a bundle of ballads in his hand.
RECIT.--NANKI-POO.
Gentlemen, I pray you tell me Where a gentle maiden dwelleth, Named Yum-Yum, the ward of Ko-Ko?
In pity speak, oh speak I pray you!
A NOBLE.Why, who are you who ask this question?
NANK.Come gather round me, and I'll tell you.
SONG and CHORUS--NANKI-POO.
A wandering minstrel I--
A thing of shreds and patches, Of ballads, songs and snatches, And dreamy lullaby!
My catalogue is long, Through every passion ranging, And to your humours changing I tune my supple song!
Are you in sentimental mood?
I'll sigh with you, Oh, sorrow, sorrow!
On maiden's coldness do you brood?
I'll do so, too--
Oh, sorrow, sorrow!
I'll charm your willing ears With songs of lovers' fears, While sympathetic tears My cheeks bedew--Oh, sorrow, sorrow!
But if patriotic sentiment is wanted, I've patriotic ballads cut and dried;For where'er our country's banner may be planted, All other local banners are defied!
Our warriors, in serried ranks assembled, Never quail--or they conceal it if they do--And I shouldn't be surprised if nations trembled Before the mighty troops of Titipu!
CHORUS.We shouldn't be surprised, etc.
NANK.And if you call for a song of the sea, We'll heave the capstan round, With a yeo heave ho, for the wind is free, Her anchor's a-trip and her helm's a-lee, Hurrah for the homeward bound!
CHORUS.Yeo-ho--heave ho--
Hurrah for the homeward bound!
To lay aloft in a howling breeze May tickle a landsman's taste, But the happiest hour a sailor sees Is when he's down At an inland town, With his Nancy on his knees, yeo ho!
And his arm around her waist!
CHORUS.Then man the capstan--off we go, As the fiddler swings us round, With a yeo heave ho, And a rum below, Hurrah for the homeward bound!
A wandering minstrel I, etc.
Enter Pish-Tush.
PISH.And what may be your business with Yum-Yum?
NANK.I'll tell you.A year ago I was a member of the Titipu town band.It was my duty to take the cap round for contributions.While discharging this delicate office, I saw Yum-Yum.We loved each other at once, but she was betrothed to her guardian Ko-Ko, a cheap tailor, and I saw that my suit was hopeless.Overwhelmed with despair, I quitted the town.Judge of my delight when I heard, a month ago, that Ko-Ko had been con-demned to death for flirting! I hurried back at once, in the hope of finding Yum-Yum at liberty to listen to my protestations.
PISH.It is true that Ko-Ko was condemned to death for flirting, but he was reprieved at the last moment, and raised to the exalted rank of Lord High Executioner under the following remarkable circumstances:
SONG--PISH-TUSH and CHORUS.
Our great Mikado, virtuous man, When he to rule our land began, Resolved to try A plan whereby Young men might best be steadied.
So he decreed, in words succinct, That all who flirted, leered or winked (Unless connubially linked), Should forthwith be beheaded.
And I expect you'll all agree That he was right to so decree.
And I am right, And you are right, And all is right as right can be!
CHORUS.And you are right.
And we are right, etcThis stem decree, you'll understand, Caused great dismay throughout the land!
For young and old And shy and bold Were equally affected.
The youth who winked a roving eye, Or breathed a non-connubial sigh, Was thereupon condemned to die--He usually objected.
And you'll allow, as I expect, That he was right to so object.
And I am right, And you are right, And everything is quite correct!
CHORUS.And you are right, And we are right, etc.
And so we straight let out on bail A convict from the county jail, Whose head was next On some pretext Condemned to be mown off, And made him Headsman, for we said, "Who's next to be decapited Cannot cut off another's head Until he's cut his own off."And we are right, I think you'll say, To argue in this kind of way;And I am right, And you are right, And all is right--too-looral-lay!
CHORUS.And you are right, And we are right, etc.
[Exeunt Chorus.
Enter Pooh-Bah.
NANK.Ko-Ko, the cheap tailor, Lord High Executioner of Titipu! Why, that's the highest rank a citizen can attain!
POOH.It is.Our logical Mikado, seeing no moral difference between the dignified judge who condemns a criminal to die, and the industrious mechanic who carries out the sentence, has rolled the two offices into one, and every judge is now his own executioner.
NANK.But how good of you (for I see that you are a nobleman of the highest rank) to condescend to tell all this to me, a mere strolling minstrel!
POOH.Don't mention it.I am, in point of fact, a particularly haughty and exclusive person, of pre-Adamite ancestral descent.You will understand this when I tell you that I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule.Consequently, my family pride is something inconceivable.I can't help it.I was born sneering.But Istruggle hard to overcome this defect.I mortify my pride continually.When all the great officers of State resigned in a body because they were too proud to serve under an ex-tailor, did I not unhesitatingly accept all their posts at once?
PISH.And the salaries attached to them? You did.
