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 Enter, excitedly, followed by all the characters and Chorus of Bridesmaids

Stop a bit—both of you. This intrusion is unmannerly. I'm surprised at you. I can't stop to apologize—an idea has just occurred to me. A Baronet of Ruddigore can only die through refusing to commit his daily crime. No doubt. Therefore, to refuse to commit a daily crime is tantamount to suicide! It would seem so. But suicide is, itself, a crime—and so, by your own showing, you ought never to have died at all! I see—I understand! Then I'm practically alive! Undoubtedly! [ embraces ] Rose, when you believed that I was a simple farmer, I believe you loved me? Madly, passionately! But when I became a bad baronet, you very properly loved Richard instead? Passionately, madly! But if I should turn out not to be a bad baronet after all, how would you love me then? Madly, passionately! As before? Why, of course! My darling!

Here, I say, belay. Oh, sir, belay, if it's absolutely necessary. Belay? Certainly not!

Having been a wicked baronet a week, Once again a modest livelihood I seek,
 * Agricultural employment
 * Is to me a keen enjoyment,

For I'm naturally diffident and meek!