(Short ballet)

1st Ghost (declaiming in Shakespearian style)

We are the dead, the long-forgotten dead,
Our deeds unsung, and our names but memories.

2nd Ghost

We suffocate beneath the sands of time
Sometimes remembered in a snatch of song.

3rd Ghost

We are the ghosts, the pallid haggard ghosts
Of past Extravaganza characters.

1st Ghost

We spent our little hour upon the stage
And then we relegated to the tomb.

2nd Ghost

But on the anniversary of our triumphs
We re-enact the parts that we have played.

3rd Ghost

And grimly dance, and sing our little songs
And creem into our narrow tombs at dawn.

(There is a roll of thunder, and Mr. Nemesis flies down through the curtains on to the stage.