Because why not, right?
There’s something in me that always wants to put an exclamation mark after the title of I Puritani. Sort of like Oklahoma! (You know, “Stuart England! Where the plague comes sweepin’ down the plain! And the London street – it sure smells sweet, when the wind comes right behind the rain . . .”)
Why isn’t there a Rodgers and Hammerstein musical about Puritans?