No. 21: CHORUS OF ANCESTORS
| Ghosts. |
He yields! He yields!
He answers to our call!
We do not ask for more.
A sturdy fellow, after all,
This latest Ruddigore!
A sturdy fellow, after all,
This latest Ruddigore!
All perish in unheard-of woe
Who dare our wills defy;
We want your pardon, ere we go,
We want your pardon, ere we go,
For having agonized you so –
So pardon us –
So pardon us –
So pardon us –
Or die!
So pardon us –
So pardon us –
So pardon us –
Or die! |
| Robin. |
| I pardon you! I pardon you! |
| Ghosts. |
He pardons us –
He pardons us –
He pardons us –
Hurrah!
|
| The Ghosts return to their frames. |
| Ghosts. |
Painted emblems of a race,
All accurst in days of yore,
Each to his accustomed place
Steps unwillingly once more! |
By this time the Ghosts have changed to pictures again. Robin is overcome by emotion.
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