.
MISS SHINGLE:
Have you heard of the D'Ysquith family?
MONTY:
The D'Ysquiths? Why, yes, of course. Hasn't everyone?
MISS SHINGLE:
Then you've heard of Highhurst Castle.
MONTY:
Of course.
MISS SHINGLE:
You're aware, then, of their position, their vast wealth and influence?
MONTY:
Yes, yes. What's it got to do with me?
MISS SHINGLE:
You're a D'Ysquith
MONTY:
What?
MISS SHINGLE:
You're a D'Ysquith
MONTY:
No.
MISS SHINGLE:
Ha ha, oh.
The D'Ysquith blood is flowing through you
MONTY:
Me, a D'Ysquith?
MISS SHINGLE:
A genuine bona fide D'Ysquith
MONTY:
Rubbish.
MISS SHINGLE:
Of course, of course
Ya don't believe me, do you?
MONTY:
You must be mad.
MISS SHINGLE:
Very well, then. If your mother was not a D'Ysquith, what was her maiden name?
MONTY:
She always insisted that the only name that mattered (whispered) was my fathers.
MISS SHINGLE:
Your mother
Lived like a princess in every way
A daughter of Lord Maximillian
Till she met your father one fateful day
She knew it was love - and yet
The family did fear she'd been led astray
By a climbing, conniving Castilian
"Oh let him go
Or else you'll know
A life you will live to regret"
This was no idle threat
"You're a D'Ysquith
A perfectly breedable D'Ysquith
And a D'Ysquith does her duty
Don't forget"
There was nothing your mother could say
She eloped with your father the very next day
MONTY:
So she was... disinherited?
MISS SHINGLE:
In a word. Yes. Despicable, the lot of them.
MONTY:
How awful.
MISS SHINGLE:
Your mother
Made me promise I'd never tell
But now she is no longer living
She wanted to spare you her private hell
But I think you deserve to know
Take this knowledge and use it well
The family may yet be forgiven
This will guarantee
You've a right to be
On the family tree
And it seems to be
Indisputably
Head to toe
You're a D'Ysquith
A D-apostrophe-Y-squith
A-there can be
No other way to view it
Montague, you're a D'Ysquith
MONTY:
I'm all of a sudden a D'Ysquith
MISS SHINGLE:
Yes!
And it's time
That everybody knew it
A-you are the son of the daughter
Of the grandson
Of the nephew
Of the fat cat of all Highhurst, Wooten
MONTY:
I am the son of the daughter
Of the...
BOTH:
The grandson (MONTY: Oh, sorry.)
Of the nephew
Of the second Earl of Highhurst
MONTY:
The thought occurred: why should I believe a woman who might very well be insane? And yet, there seems to be an air of authenticity to this document.
I'm a D'Ysquith (MISS SHINGLE: You're a D'Ysquith)
It would seem I'm a D'Ysquith
MISS SHINGLE:
You're a D'Ysquith
Montague
I picture you
At Highhurst
MONTY:
Yesterday, I was Monty Navarro
MISS SHINGLE:
You could be it all tomorrow
MONTY:
And Highhurst could be My-hurst
I'm a D'Ysquith
MISS SHINGLE:
You're a D'Ysquith
BOTH:
A D'Ysquith
A D'Ysquith
A D'Y... squith
Have you heard of the D'Ysquith family?
MONTY:
The D'Ysquiths? Why, yes, of course. Hasn't everyone?
MISS SHINGLE:
Then you've heard of Highhurst Castle.
MONTY:
Of course.
MISS SHINGLE:
You're aware, then, of their position, their vast wealth and influence?
MONTY:
Yes, yes. What's it got to do with me?
MISS SHINGLE:
You're a D'Ysquith
MONTY:
What?
MISS SHINGLE:
You're a D'Ysquith
MONTY:
No.
MISS SHINGLE:
Ha ha, oh.
The D'Ysquith blood is flowing through you
MONTY:
Me, a D'Ysquith?
MISS SHINGLE:
A genuine bona fide D'Ysquith
MONTY:
Rubbish.
MISS SHINGLE:
Of course, of course
Ya don't believe me, do you?
MONTY:
You must be mad.
MISS SHINGLE:
Very well, then. If your mother was not a D'Ysquith, what was her maiden name?
MONTY:
She always insisted that the only name that mattered (whispered) was my fathers.
MISS SHINGLE:
Your mother
Lived like a princess in every way
A daughter of Lord Maximillian
Till she met your father one fateful day
She knew it was love - and yet
The family did fear she'd been led astray
By a climbing, conniving Castilian
"Oh let him go
Or else you'll know
A life you will live to regret"
This was no idle threat
"You're a D'Ysquith
A perfectly breedable D'Ysquith
And a D'Ysquith does her duty
Don't forget"
There was nothing your mother could say
She eloped with your father the very next day
MONTY:
So she was... disinherited?
MISS SHINGLE:
In a word. Yes. Despicable, the lot of them.
MONTY:
How awful.
MISS SHINGLE:
Your mother
Made me promise I'd never tell
But now she is no longer living
She wanted to spare you her private hell
But I think you deserve to know
Take this knowledge and use it well
The family may yet be forgiven
This will guarantee
You've a right to be
On the family tree
And it seems to be
Indisputably
Head to toe
You're a D'Ysquith
A D-apostrophe-Y-squith
A-there can be
No other way to view it
Montague, you're a D'Ysquith
MONTY:
I'm all of a sudden a D'Ysquith
MISS SHINGLE:
Yes!
And it's time
That everybody knew it
A-you are the son of the daughter
Of the grandson
Of the nephew
Of the fat cat of all Highhurst, Wooten
MONTY:
I am the son of the daughter
Of the...
BOTH:
The grandson (MONTY: Oh, sorry.)
Of the nephew
Of the second Earl of Highhurst
MONTY:
The thought occurred: why should I believe a woman who might very well be insane? And yet, there seems to be an air of authenticity to this document.
I'm a D'Ysquith (MISS SHINGLE: You're a D'Ysquith)
It would seem I'm a D'Ysquith
MISS SHINGLE:
You're a D'Ysquith
Montague
I picture you
At Highhurst
MONTY:
Yesterday, I was Monty Navarro
MISS SHINGLE:
You could be it all tomorrow
MONTY:
And Highhurst could be My-hurst
I'm a D'Ysquith
MISS SHINGLE:
You're a D'Ysquith
BOTH:
A D'Ysquith
A D'Ysquith
A D'Y... squith
style="display:inline-block;width:300px;height:250px"
data-ad-client="ca-pub-9233521140825077"
data-ad-slot="3863666946">