Songs, Duos, Trios, Chorusses, &c. in the Comic Opera of the Carnival of Venice, as it is Performed at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane [by Richard Tickell] |
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ACT III.
AIR by Mrs. CARGILL.
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Young Lubin was a shepherd boy,Fair Rosalie a rustic maid;
They met, they lov'd; each others joy,
Together o'er the hills they stray'd.
II
Their parents saw, and bless'd their love,Nor wou'd their happiness delay;
To-morrow's dawn their bliss should prove,
To-morrow be their wedding-day.
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III
When as at eve, beside the brook,Where stray'd their flocks, they sat and smil'd,
One luckless lamb the current took,
'Twas Rosalie's—she started wild.
IV
Run, Lubin, run, my fav'rite save;Too fatally the youth obey'd:
He ran, he plung'd into the wave,
To give the little wanderer aid.
V
But scarce he guides him to the shore,When faint and sunk, poor Lubin dies:
Ah Rosalie! for ever more,
In his cold grave thy Lover lies.
VI
On that lone bank—Oh! still be seen,Faithful to grief, thou hapless maid;
And with sad wreaths of cypress green,
For ever sooth thy Lubin's shade.
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TRIO. By Mrs. CARGILL, Mr. DODD, and Mr. BANNISTER.
CHARLES.Merrily pass the hours of youth,
Blest with joys unceasing;
The heart is light that honours truth,
Where love is still increasing.
MARINETTA.
To distant shores tho' Love invite,
We oft' shall think of you,
And still, to win life's true delight,
Thy chearful words renew.
Merrily, &c.
LUCIO.
Each sweetest joy of love be your's,
Of faithful love, its own reward,
And all that bliss, which most endures,
When most its generous vows you guard.
AIR by Mr. SUETT.
O! the little God of Love is a roguish Elf!
He makes us all as childish and blind as himself!
'Gainst sixty-two,
O luckless lot!
His bow he drew,
At me he shot.
He makes us all as childish and blind as himself!
'Gainst sixty-two,
O luckless lot!
His bow he drew,
At me he shot.
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Twang went the string,
Whizz flew the dart,
On a grey goose wing,
To an old man's heart.
Whizz flew the dart,
On a grey goose wing,
To an old man's heart.
But I'll be merry,
Hey down derry;
Dull sorrow I'll drown,
Derry down down,
Or laugh at them all,
Tol de rol lol.
Hey down derry;
Dull sorrow I'll drown,
Derry down down,
Or laugh at them all,
Tol de rol lol.
AIR by Mrs. WRIGHTEN.
O! never be one of those sad silly fellows,
Who always are snappish, suspicious, and jealous,
Who live but to doubt,
To pine and to pout,
To take one to task,
Examine, and ask
A hundred cross questions, to pick something out.
O! never, &c.
Who always are snappish, suspicious, and jealous,
Who live but to doubt,
To pine and to pout,
To take one to task,
Examine, and ask
A hundred cross questions, to pick something out.
O! never, &c.
If by chance he shou'd come,
And not find her at home,
'Tis, “Madam, why so late?
“Where the Devil cou'd you wait?
“What's been done? what's been said?
“Zounds! I feel it on my head.”
O! never, &c.
And not find her at home,
'Tis, “Madam, why so late?
“Where the Devil cou'd you wait?
“What's been done? what's been said?
“Zounds! I feel it on my head.”
O! never, &c.
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AIR by Miss PHILLIPS.
Lost in the brightness of returning joys,Each grief recedes, each sorrow fades away,
As open into smiles the darken'd skies
Before the rosy promise of the day.
(CARNIVAL MUSIC.)
TRIO of PEASANTS.
What joy, from rustic toils at rest,Thus the Peasant's heart to chear!
What joy, with varying pleasures blest,
Thus to crown the circling year!
AIR.
[Lords and ladies, lads and lasses]
Lords and ladies, lads and lasses,Gayly now each moment passes.
'Tis Carnival!
'Tis Carnival!
The merry hours are glad and gay,
Laugh and frolic, sport and play.
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DIALOGUE.
First Shewman.My masters—here's the lion great,
The pride of all creation;
Second.
And here the dwarf and giant wait,
The wonder of the nation.
Mountebank.
But here's the doctor, lord of fate,
Stands first in reputation.
First Shewman.
He's a quack.
Second.
Drive him back.
Mountebank.
Envious rogues, you fear me.
First Shewman.
Best be civil.
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Why? the Devil!
All.
Let the people hear me.
CHORUS.
Now with song and dance rejoice,
All be mirth and gay delight;
Every heart and every voice
Join to greet the festive night.
FINIS.
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