No. 24 - Quartette - "The Verdict." Lyrics by Frederick Fenn

[Pharaoh:] Death!
[Nebenchari:] Death!
[Ptolemy:] Death!
[Sebak:] Death!
[Pharaoh:] Death is his certain portion,
Mere--
[Nebenchari:] Mere--
[Ptolemy:] Mere--
[Sebak:] Mere-- merely as a precaution--
[Ptolemy:] Otherwise he'd repeat the trick
With another cat and another brick,
He can't be a Mummy, at any rate,
We shall just have a grim tête-à-tête.
[Nebenchari:] But a Mummy he shall never be made,
The Royal edict must be obeyed.
[Pharaoh:] So!
[Nebenchari:] So!
[Ptolemy:] So!
[Sebak:] So! Ptolemy won't get paid!
[Pharaoh:] Ptol--
[Nebenchari:] Ptol--
[Ptolemy:] Ptol--
[Sebak:] Ptol--
[Pharaoh:] Ptolemy don't seem charmed. But,
[Nebenchari:] But,
[Ptolemy:] But,
[Sebak:] But,
[Nebenchari:] Of course he can't be embalmed.
[Pharaoh:] A mode of death that's rather funny
Is done with ants and a pot of honey.
[Nebenchari:] We've a text-book full of unspeakable tortures
With a special chapter designed for Courtiers.
[Ptolemy:] I've still one comfort sweet, if small,
All of his wealth to me will fall.
[Pharaoh:] No.
[Nebenchari:] No.
[Sebak:] No.
[Ptolemy:] Oh!
[Pharaoh:] I don't see that at all. How--
[Nebenchari:] How--
[Ptolemy:] How--
[Sebak:] How--
[Pharaoh:] Much do you think he's got?
[Pharaoh:] Let's--
[Nebenchari:] Let's--
[Ptolemy:] Let's--
[Sebak:] Let's share it among the lot.
[Pharaoh:] There's not enough to dispute about,
Simply let it be odd man out.
[Ptolemy:] Suppose we have it that odd man wins?
This is where the fun begins,
I always use one particular coin.
[Pharaoh:] Heads!
[Nebenchari:] Heads!
[Sebak:] Heads!
[Ptolemy:] Tails!
[Others:] Really, that's most annoyin',
Really, that's most annoyin'!