MONTY: Look at Phoebe Noble and pious My esteem for her only grows
But, when I am with Phoebe I am on fire Thinking of
SIBELLA: Monty.
MONTY: Sibella Full of desire Passion and dare I Say it: love
But, when I'm with Sibella Whom do I admire
PHOEBE: Monty, darling.
MONTY: Phoebe Perfect and lovely Who couldn't love her
SIBELLA: Oh, Monty?
MONTY: Round and Round and Round and Round and round it goes
MAGISTRATE: What a fantastic story, your Lordship. You'll have something for your memoirs now, won't you?
MONTY: Ha ha. My memoirs. My memoirs! Gasp! My memoirs!
COMPANY: Oh, the memoirs The memoirs Oops, yes What about the memoirs?
CHAUNCEY: Here, my Lord. I found this journal in your cell and I thought you might need it.
MONTY: Oh. How very thoughtful. Thank you!
COMPANY: Monty Navarro How have you come so very far? Monty Navarro Too far to comprehend Monty Navarro Do we know who you really are? What will your future Portend?
MONTY: The thought occurs. If I didn't poison the Earl, who did?
MISS SHINGLE: Prussic Acid in just the right amount works almost instantly. Of course, if Monty had been found guilty, I had every intention of coming forward to confess my crime.
Long live the Earl!
MONTY: I'm still the ninth Earl of Highhurst
COMPANY: And this is not the...
CHAUNCEY: I am standin' 'ere with poison in me pocket