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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ACT THE SECOND.
1. GLEE.
[WHY, Fortune, still do mortals pour]
ORRILA, HERMAN, MAURICE.
WHY, Fortune, still do mortals pour
Their fervent vows thy shrine before,
So vain, so weak thy power?
Not all thy honours, all thy wealth
Can give the cheek one blush of health,
Or buy one peaceful hour!
Their fervent vows thy shrine before,
So vain, so weak thy power?
Not all thy honours, all thy wealth
Can give the cheek one blush of health,
Or buy one peaceful hour!
Still, Fortune, still thy gifts withhold,
Thy flattering smiles, and cup of gold
From me who fear thy favour:
Those flattering smiles bring cares and woes;
That cup of gold with tears o'erflows,
And bitter is their flavour!
Thy flattering smiles, and cup of gold
From me who fear thy favour:
Those flattering smiles bring cares and woes;
That cup of gold with tears o'erflows,
And bitter is their flavour!
2. SONG.
[HIS wings in terror clapping]
HERMAN.
HIS wings in terror clapping,A little bird, last May,
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For shelter seem'd to pray.
With pity touch'd, I granted
The little bird's request;
It trembled, flutter'd, panted!
I sooth'd it on my breast.
Well pleas'd it seem'd to eye me:
I lov'd the pretty thing:
To keep it ever nigh me
I clipp'd each little wing.
But yet I thought, sincerely
To go it would be griev'd:
It seem'd to love me dearly:
And oh! too well deceiv'd,
I lov'd the pretty thing:
To keep it ever nigh me
I clipp'd each little wing.
But yet I thought, sincerely
To go it would be griev'd:
It seem'd to love me dearly:
And oh! too well deceiv'd,
Its wings by me neglected,
Again their feathers grew,
And ere I aught suspected
One morn away it flew,
Crying—“That yours the blame is,
Poor youth, too late you learn;
So sure as Love my name is
I never will return!”—
Again their feathers grew,
And ere I aught suspected
One morn away it flew,
Crying—“That yours the blame is,
Poor youth, too late you learn;
So sure as Love my name is
I never will return!”—
3. SONG.
[WHAT detains him? Ah! why stays he?]
ORRILA.
WHAT detains him? Ah! why stays he?Glow-worms, guide his footsteps here!
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Friendly moon, my pilgrim cheer!
Lo! where gleam yon lights deluding,
Oft the Fire-king walks the round;
Fogs and vapours there hang brooding,
Bid him shun the fatal ground!
What detains, &c.
Oft the Fire-king walks the round;
Fogs and vapours there hang brooding,
Bid him shun the fatal ground!
What detains, &c.
Where the serpent lurks discover,
Warn him where the pit-fall lies;
Let not danger harm a lover,
Who with faithful passion sighs.
What detains, &c.
Warn him where the pit-fall lies;
Let not danger harm a lover,
Who with faithful passion sighs.
What detains, &c.
4. CANTATA.
[MY Love! My Love!—oh! gentle zephyrs, say]
HUGO.
RECITATIVE [Accompanied].
MY Love! My Love!—oh! gentle zephyrs, say,Did Theseus, godlike Theseus, walk this way?
But oh, ye Gods! what object shocks mine eyes?
Swift thro' the waves his distant vessel flies;
To leave me here the rogue's intention sure is:—
Oh! rage, distraction, vengeance, fire and furies!
ARIA.
Return, return, false youth, I pray,
Return to your Infanta:
Alas! you fly, and bear away
My heart, and my portmanteau!
Return to your Infanta:
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My heart, and my portmanteau!
Ah! if forced yourself to leave me,
Why of all my clothes bereave me?
Why, alone, desert me here?
Surely there had been no sin in
Leaving me a change of linen,
And a tall, stout grenadier.
Why of all my clothes bereave me?
Why, alone, desert me here?
Surely there had been no sin in
Leaving me a change of linen,
And a tall, stout grenadier.
I'm seized by distraction, my brain sure is turning,
My blood is in flames, and my bosom is burning.
Love's arrow, transfixing
My bosom, now sticks in
My gizzard, and makes it with agony fry!
I'll heed, in my fury,
Nor justice, nor jury:
So either I'll fly
Post-haste to the sky,
Or plunge in the flames of Mount Ætna and die,
Ætna and die, Ætna and die,
Or plunge in the flames of Mount Ætna, and die.
My blood is in flames, and my bosom is burning.
Love's arrow, transfixing
My bosom, now sticks in
My gizzard, and makes it with agony fry!
I'll heed, in my fury,
Nor justice, nor jury:
So either I'll fly
Post-haste to the sky,
Or plunge in the flames of Mount Ætna and die,
Ætna and die, Ætna and die,
Or plunge in the flames of Mount Ætna, and die.
5. DUET.
[Foul, fair]
ORRILA AND LODOWICK.
Foul, fair,
Orrila willingly
Round the world with you/me will ride;
O rare!
You will/I shall look killingly
On a post-horse by your side.
LODOWICK.Orrila willingly
Round the world with you/me will ride;
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You will/I shall look killingly
On a post-horse by your side.
Whip, crack!
Spurring and cantering
We shall thro' the mud be dash'd;
Good lack!
I shall be bantering
When two pretty legs are splash'd.
ORRILA.
Fie, fie, Lodowick!
That's a saucy trick.
Nought shall part us though,
LODOWICK.
No,—no,—no
ORRILA.
In spite of weather then
We'll together then—
BOTH.
Bantering,
Cantering,
Splattering,
Clattering.
BOTH.
Foul, fair, &c. &c.
ORRILA.
Heigho!
Drearily, wearily,
We shall reach our Inn at night.
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If so,
Merrily, cheerily,
We can sup by candle-light.
ORRILA.
Rooms full; bedding will fail us—then
LODOWICK.
In these arms you'll sleep at ease;
ORRILA.
Meat gone—What's to regale us then?
LODOWICK.
Kisses sweet and bread and cheese.
ORRILA.
Fie, fie, saucy man!
That's a silly plan,
Nought shall part us though, &c.
6. BALLAD.
[“THE wind it blows cold, and the night it is drear.]
INNOGEN.
“THE wind it blows cold, and the night it is drear.“Oh! porter, tell Gondibert Minna is here.”—
—“Away, thou fond wench, nor excite these alarms
“A bride sleeps to-night in Sir Gondibert's arms.”—
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—“And was it for this, from my parents I fled?
“Then, porter, tell Gondibert Minna is dead;
“And tell him, though grief for his loss caus'd her death,
“While blessing his name, that she pour'd her last breath.”—
“Then, porter, tell Gondibert Minna is dead;
“And tell him, though grief for his loss caus'd her death,
“While blessing his name, that she pour'd her last breath.”—
And now the gay morning bade Gondibert rise:
Oh! soon a sad object afflicted his eyes!
Poor Minna lay breathless his castle before;
He sank on her bosom, and never rose more.
Oh! soon a sad object afflicted his eyes!
Poor Minna lay breathless his castle before;
He sank on her bosom, and never rose more.
7. CHORUS.
[OH! raise that drooping head!—restrain thy sorrow!]
OH! raise that drooping head!—restrain thy sorrow!
Thine evil star shall set for aye to-morrow:
With mercy must the Duke thine anguish view,
For none unmoved hear weeping beauty sue.
Thine evil star shall set for aye to-morrow:
With mercy must the Duke thine anguish view,
For none unmoved hear weeping beauty sue.
TRIO.
MAURICE, HERMAN, ELLA.
Thou, in whom alone our trust is,
Mercy! hear the mourner's prayer;
Blunt the lifted axe of Justice,
Bid the stern-one feel, and spare.
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Though o'er the frighted world now tempests hover,
Soon will the skies their wonted calm recover:
So may to-morrow sooth thy tortured breast,
Smooth thy sad brow, and lull thy cares to rest.
END OF THE SECOND ACT.
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