Song - Chorus Lyrics

EXCITED CHORUS:
My goodness me!  
What shall we do ?  
Why, what a dreadful situation!
(To LUD.)  It's all your fault, you booby you--you lump of indiscrimination!
I'm sure I don't know where to go--it's put me into such a tetter--
But this at all events I know--the sooner we are off, the better!

ERN:  
What means this agitato?  What d'ye seek?
As your Grand Duke elect I bid you speak!