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Show The Fate of PrexyMAUD MAY: Why, what means your lordship?PREXY:But, soft! Who comes? (Enter Pack.)PACK:How now? Why art here? Art like me, too, under indictment? What sad fate is ours! Let's end it. But whate'er we do, let's be sure we'reright-Then blaze away. But soft! Who comes? How like a god she strides!(Enter Lucy.)LUCY:Brothers and sisters, let nothing daunt us,We are in the right.They said not so, but I promptly disagreed.'Tis not noble to suffer this outrageous fortune,Let's end it.Friend Pack, hast brought the bodkin?But soft! Who comes?Shh! 'Tis the whisperer. (Enter Lyman.)LYMAN:Hail thee, gentle friends and King! What art doing here upon this waste? Ye unmerciful gods! Shh! I have a tale to tell you, Prexy, That I have long longed to deliver.PREXY: Out with it, Windy.LYMAN: A man said you were a fool.PREXY:Who was it?LYMAN: ear.)(Whispering in Prexy'sPREXY:He will be discharged for the good of theservice. Thou hast been a valuable aid to me,Windy. And now, my comrades, the time hascome.To dusty death we'll go, Where guilt and fear cannot disturb us. Let's sing the song of victory!(Omnes join in with loud voices, filling the air with the words:) We were the tyrants who reigned at college;We were the state's custodians of knowledge.It gave us the power, we certainly used it, Some people say that we sadly abused it; Not so. We taught 'em as much as wecould,And we always wanted it understood That speaking or thinking or making afuss WITHIN REGULATION was all rightwith us.We were just as good as we could be, But when students with us disagree, The reins must be tightened, that'splain for to see. And just to show how hardy our nerveis, We dismissed professors "for the good ofthe service." Ha! ha! Now we go to our ill-deservedfate,Believing the world's a cruel ingrate; But some day we know as never before, They'll be singing our praises on thebeautiful shore."(Prexy hands the sword to Maud May, who stabs him; she then stabs herself. Then the rest follow: Pack, then Lyman, and last of all Lucy, who cries out, as the blood wells from her wound: The last of all the crew, And brave to the bitter end!! The sea roars andTHE CURTAIN FALLS.205 |