From thy dark exile thou art summoned!
Come to our call —
Come, come, Iolanthe!
Come to our call, Iolanthe!
Iolanthe rises from the water. She is clad in water-weeds. She approaches the Queen with head bent and arms crossed.Iolanthe.
With humbled breast
And every hope laid low,
To thy behest,
Offended Queen, I bow!
For a dark sin against our fairy laws
We sent thee into life-long banishment;
But mercy holds her sway within our hearts —
Rise! Rise — thou art pardoned!
Her weeds fall from her, and she appears clothed as a fairy. The Queen places a diamond coronet on her head, and embraces her. The others also embrace her.
Welcome to our hearts again,
We have shared thy bitter pain,
Every heart and every hand
In our loving little band
Welcomes thee to Fairyland,
1st Sopranos. 2nd Sopranos.
Iolanthe! Welcomes thee to fairyland.