Ensemble

The Plutocrats And Devil's Own

For now you see For now we're pure Eve.

(As the dance concludes there is remoing noise as of gates crashing in, and the Executive and the Witches rush in left. Some of the Executive have swastikas sewn on their arms and others the Soviet hammer and sickle. They stop short as they see the amazing sight before them. Mr. Nemesis who has nob joined in the dance, has been watching it in a meditative fashion from the right.)

Gilbert.

Gawd: They're all nuts.

Rev. Scrounger

(To the others) You see? It's working. They can't understand us. They think we're nuts.

Mr. Tight.

Uncle Sacking, you're a genius!

Gilbert.

Well, what are we going to do with them?

Egbert.

Down with the Plutocrate.

Mr. Mash.

(Nervously) They sound rather vehement.

Hubert.

Put [unclear: em] in the bottomless pit.

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Rend them limb form limb!

Mr. Sausage.

(Doing finger wiggle and weeping) Dear me - I am becoming rather apprehensive.

Albert.

Let's start a dictatorship!

Herbert.

Let's get Mr. Nemesis back!

Vere de Vere.

(Brandishing his lily) Do you think they see through our aesthetic disguise?

Rev. Scrounger.

Of course not.

Gilbert.

If only we had Mr. Nemesis here now!

Mr. Nemesis.

(Whipping - off his dress and disclosing his red robes - and rushing over to left in front of the Executive) Mr. Nemesis is here now.

Mr. Flee.

I thought there was something funny about that girl's beard.

Mr. Nemesis.

Leave this to me. Hold them so that they can't get away.

(The members of the Executive sieze the Plutocrats. The Devil's Own shrink back stage, gazing open-mouthed at the proceedings.) Well boys, what shall we do with them?

Gilbert.

Put them in dungarees and make them work in a sulphur mine".

Primrose.

Annihilate them slowly and painfully.

Egbert.

Immerse them in the Lake of fire.

Mr. Sausage.

Spare me! We're so happy at home - Mr Sausage, Mrs. Sausage and all the little Cheerios.

Mr. Mash.

If I die, put my ashes in the urns on the new Railway station.

Mr. Nemesis.

No we'll be a little more subtle in our punishment, My business has been to hate the earth upstaires, and to do it all the harm I can. Now, what greater harm could I do it than to send these miserable creatures back there, to go on misguiding their kingdom?

Gilbert.

Its a swell idea boss.

Mr. Mash.

But - surely this is unnecessarily severe? What have we done?

Mr. Nemesis.

You have created a worker who thinks he is your page break equail; [unclear: enstein's] monster, that worker has risen against you. I'm sending you upstaires, now, you and your ministers, all of you. You won't remember your little regime in Dulce Domum - it will all seem like a strange dream - and you'll go on - and on - and on - to your inevitable end! Au Revoir!

(Mr. Nemesis. steps back, and waves his hands melodramatically. There is a complete black out for five seconds. When the lights go up, the Executive are standing in the same attitude as they were when holding the Plutocrats, but the latter have vanished. Mr. Nemesis is sitting on the throne, which has appeared on top of the stairs again, and the Devil's Own are standing on the left. All raise their right arms in the Nazi salute. Daisy enters with Charon on his back, on one side of the throne.