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 The Worsted Man Babette. It ill becomes you, Im patience, just because you have no particular liking for men to twit us Impatience. Twit you, Babette? Never. I sympathize with you all, but moping will not help. Action action, that is what the emergency demands. (Mysteriously). Sh! Girls come here come close. I ve a plan! [All rise and groiip themselves about IMPATIENCE. SOLO: IMPATIENCE (Music : The Policemen s Chorus&quot; from &quot;Pirates of Penzance&quot;) When there s something that you lack, Tarantara, Tarantara! And your heart has gone to wrack, Tarantara! Don t sit down and merely mope, Tarantara, Tarantara! And give up all earthly hope 10