Songs, &c In the romantic drama of Adelmorn, the outlaw. First performed at Drury Lane theatre on Monday, May 4, 1801. [by M. G. Lewis] The overture and music entirely new, composed by Mr. Kelly |
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[Bustle, boys! the Duke is near.]
Bustle, boys! the Duke is near.MAURICE.
Philip! Caspar!
MEN SERVANTS.
Here, sir, here!
MAURICE.
Strow some rushes! bring perfumes!
Burn some myrrh, and scent the rooms:
Lotta! Bertha!
FEMALE SERVANTS.
Here, Sir, here!
MAURICE.
Bustle all, the Duke is near.
ORRILA.
Cease, fond Herman, to upbraid me,
Cease to tell your bosom's smart:
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Cease, proud fair one, to persuade me
From your presence to depart.
DUO.
Other/Your bright eyes have captive made
And must ever rule my heart.
HUGO.
Zounds! Who set the bells a ringing?
Why must all this clatter be?
Rascals! you so spoil my singing,
Scarce I know F sharp from C!
MAURICE.
Leave us, leave us, master scraper,
Come not here to scold and vapour!
HUGO.
Ha! A Duo Amoroso,
But I fear, perform'd but so so!
HERMAN.
Dearest creature!
HUGO.
Not so ill!
HERMAN.
Every feature..........
HUGO.
Now a trill!
HERMAN.
Makes me nurse the fond delusion,
You will grant at length my boon;
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Pray excuse this bold intrusion,
But you sing quite out of tune.
CHORUS.
Pr'ythee, Hugo, leave your playing,
Here you must not think of staying—
HUGO.
How their discords wound my ear!
Louder!—softer!—slower!—faster!
Can there be a worse disaster
Than such horrid tones to hear?
CHORUS.
If our work proceeds no faster,
Ere we half have done, our master
Will conduct our sov'reign here.
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