At the outset I may mention it's my sovereign intention

To revive the classic memories of Athens at its best,

For the company possesses all the necessary dresses

And a course of quiet cramming will supply us with the rest.

We've a choir hyporchematic (that is, ballet-operatic)

Who respond to the choreut of that cultivated age,

And our clever chorus-master, all but captious criticaster

Would accept as the choregus of the early Attic stage.

This return to classic ages is considered in their wages,

Which are always calculated by the day or by the week--

And I'll pay 'em (if they'll back me) all in oboloi and drachm,

Which they'll get (if they prefer it) at the Kalends that are Greek!



(Confidentially to audience.)

At this juncture I may mention

That this erudition sham

Is but classical pretension,

The result of steady "cram.":

Periphrastic methods spurning,

To this audience discerning

I admit this show of learning

Is the fruit of steady "cram."!



CHORUS:

Periphrastic methods, etc.



In the period Socratic every dining-room was Attic

(Which suggests an architecture of a topsy-turvy kind),

There they'd satisfy their thirst on a recherche cold {Greek word}

Which is what they called their lunch--and so may you if you're

inclined.

As they gradually got on, they'd {four Greek words)

(Which is Attic for a steady and a conscientious drink).

But they mixed their wine with water--which I'm sure they didn't

oughter--

And we modern Saxons know a trick worth two of that, I think!

Then came rather risky dances (under certain circumstances)

Which would shock that worthy gentleman, the Licenser of Plays,

Corybantian maniac kick--Dionysiac or Bacchic--

And the Dithyrambic revels of those undecorous days.



(Confidentially to audience.)

And perhaps I'd better mention,

Lest alarming you I am,

That it isn't our intention

To perform a Dithyramb--

It displays a lot of stocking,

Which is always very shocking,

And of course I'm only mocking

At the prevalence of "cram"!



CHORUS:

It displays a lot, etc.



Yes, on reconsideration, there are customs of that nation

Which are not in strict accordance with the habits of our day,

And when I come to codify, their rules I mean to modify,

Or Mrs. Grundy, p'r'aps, may have a word or two to say.

For they hadn't macintoshes or umbrellas or goloshes--

And a shower with their dresses must have played the very deuce,

And it must have been unpleasing when they caught a fit of sneezing,

For, it seems, of pocket-handkerchiefs they didn't know the use.

They wore little underclothing--scarcely anything--or nothing--

And their dress of Coan silk was quite transparent in design--

Well, in fact, in summer weather, something like the "altogether"

And it's there, I rather fancy, I shall have to draw the line!



(Confidentially to audience.)

And again I wish to mention

That this erudition sham

Is but classical pretension,

The result of steady "cram."

Yet my classic lore aggressive

(If you'll pardon the possessive)

Is exceedingly impressive

When you're passing an exam.



CHORUS:

Yet his classic lore, etc.



[Exeunt Chorus. Manent LUDWIG, JULIA, and LISA.



LUD. (recit.):

Yes, Ludwig and his Julia are mated!

For when an obscure comedian, whom the law backs,

To sovereign rank is promptly elevated,

He takes it with its incidental drawbacks!

So Julia and I are duly mated!



(LISA, through this, has expressed intense distress at having to

surrender LUDWIG.)