Marguerite: They seek him here,/ They seek him there,/ Those Frenchies seek him everywhere./ Is he in heaven,/ Or is he in hell?/ My own elusive Pimpernel. Sir Percy: Sink me, the lady is a poet. [they kiss] 

Marguerite: They seek him here,/ They seek him there,/ Those Frenchies seek him everywhere./ Is he in heaven,/ Or is he in hell?/ My own elusive Pimpernel. 
Sir Percy: Sink me, the lady is a poet. 
[they kiss

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