CAST.

UNRAVELLERS OF THE PLOT.

MADAM PIPER, a widow to three husbands, to wit: Jack Sprat, Simon Simple and Peter Piper. In search of a fourth- a woman not the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever, but blessed with a large family. Miss Elma Delaro.

HER DAUGHTERS.

MARY PIPER, one of them; in love with Eugene, and the heroine of "Mary, Mary, why so contrary," Miss Theresa Vaughn.

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GILLIAN PIPER, another of them, who together with Jack, "climbed

Sweet P's every one of them, with assorted eyes and complexions. A Monarch with a mystery, convivial, but every inch a king, also a jolly old soul,

KING COLE.

B. SPRAT. Brother-in-law to Madam Piper. clination, and a victim of circumstances,

Mr. John Howson.

A batchelor by inMr. W. A. Mestayer.

JACK.

A student who does'nt burn, but pores over the midnight "Hoyle," fond of Jill, Mr. Harry Rattenberry.

EUGENE. Another student, fond of his books and Mary,

SHANKS. A lottery agent,

Mr. Will S. Rising.

Mr. Geo. Froisart.

CAPTAIN QUICK, Commandant of King Cole's fort cut to the quick Mr. A. D. Barker.

by the students,

CORPORAL SLOW, slow to take offence at the students,

Fond of Lamb (Charles) and sweet P's.

Shank's donkey, by an imitation,

Four and twenty blackbirds, by imitations,

Courtiers, Soldiers, Students, Peasants, Pages, Convicts, Fantastics,

and many other characters too numerous to mention,

ACT I.

WASHING and ironing,

Blueing and scrubbing, We don't like it at all. No, No! Sprinkling and starching, Folding and rubbing,

We don't like it at all, heigho!

All the day, drying and sighing and crying, Weary are we of it all, heigho! heigho! heigho! Backs they are breaking,

Oh, if some rich lord would only marry me,
Then I'd live as gay as any summer bee,

Him would I adore.

Chorus.

Ha ha ha ha! Oh fancy Jill in love.

All imitating Jill.

Oh! if some rich lord, etc.

How very ridiculous for a poor girl,
To hope a wealthy lover to gain,
An ungrammatical penniless churl,
The greatest prize she'll obtain.

Jill.

Its very plain you envious are,
Because I am above you so far.

Chorus.

Ha! ha ha! ha! ha! ha! She's longing to tear our hair,

Jill.

You have no sympathy for my woes,

Confound you all! and the deuce take the clothes!

Ensemble

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! What a sad mad cap girl,
Mad girl, sad girl, mad girl!

Jill.

I aint! I aint! I aint!

Chorus.

How very preposterous for a poor girl,

To ape the airs of a queen;

By the flash of her eye and her nose's curl,
Her scorn of us can be seen.

If a millionaire lover she happened to get,
She'd cut us at once without any regret.
Oh! she's a decidedly loveable pet,
It's evident from her mien, etc.

Jill.

Alas! your natures sadly unsympathetic,
Do not respond to mine in harmony magnetic;
Contented with your lot, low and laborious,
You do not yearn with me for future glorious.
Oh! list while I in confidence disclose

The daily record of unnumbered woes.

While listening unto you we neglect our clothes, etc.