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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

Lewis, M. G. (1775-1818)

ADELMORN, THE OUTLAW.

ACT THE THIRD.

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ACT THE THIRD.

1. CHORUS

[Guiltless sufferer, cease to sorrow]

Guiltless sufferer, cease to sorrow;
Care from thy sad heart dismiss:
When thine eyes unclose to-morrow,
Wake to life, and live to bliss.
Clouds around the Phantom lour!
Vengeance, 'tis thy fated hour,
Pealing thunders speak it near.
See, he struggles! vain endeavour!
See, he dies, he's lost for ever!
Mortals, view his fate, and fear!
Now from earth his flight addressing,
Upwards see the spirit move:
Youth, receive his parting blessing,
Pledge of pardon, pledge of love.
Sweet his angel-accents swell:
Adelmorn, farewell, farewell!

2. DUO.

[FROM him I love compell'd to sever]

HERMAN AND ORRILA.

[1.]

ORRILA.

FROM him I love compell'd to sever,
I mourn with tender fears opprest.

HERMAN.

I fruitless find each fond endeavour
To warm my fair one's frozen breast.

DUO.

Yet, Love, my heart still thine shall be,
And while it throbs, shall throb for thee.

2.

ORRILA.

Let prudes, their fonder thoughts concealing,
With clamours loud thy joys decry.

HERMAN.

Let Stoics, dead to generous feeling,
Thy power deride, thy charms deny.

DUO.

My pride shall be, while life remains,
To wear, and kiss thy roseate chains.

3. SONG.

[MY grief and my hunger I fain would impart]

LODOWICK.

1

MY grief and my hunger I fain would impart;
But, ye walls, I want language to tell ye
How full of affliction I feel my poor heart,
How empty of food my poor belly!
Oh deign, some kind angel, to bring me relief!
Descend in the shape of a round of salt beef,
Well garnish'd with cabbage and carrot!
And if for my woes, from your eyelids divine,
Tears should fall, be the drops not of water, but wine,
And weep me a bottle of Claret.

2

Thin ghosts of fat Abbots, be mov'd by my pray'r,
And pity my starving condition!
I vow what I ask is no mighty affair,
So I hope that you'll grant my petition!
I sue not in flames as a martyr to die,
And sure as a saint to be perch'd up on high
Would be glory too great for a sinner:
I only request, my dear ghosts, just to go,
With a stomach well lin'd, to the regions below,
And, previous to death, go to dinner.

4. BALLAD .

[A WOLF while Jutta slept had made]

ORRILA.

1

A WOLF while Jutta slept had made
Her favourite lamb his prize;
Young Casper flew to give his aid,
Who heard the trembler's cries.
He drove the wolf from off the green,
But claim'd a kiss for pay;
Ah! Jutta, better 't would have been,
Had Casper staid away.

2

While grateful feelings warm'd her breast,
She own'd she lov'd the swain;
The youth eternal love profess'd,
And kiss'd and kiss'd again.
A fonder pair was never seen;
They toy'd the live-long day:
Ah! Jutta, better 'twould have been,
Had Casper staid away.

3

At length the sun his beams withdrew;
And, night inviting sleep,
Fond Jutta rose, and bade adieu,
Then homewards drove her sheep:
Alack! her thoughts were chang'd, I ween,
For thus they heard her say:
—“Ah! Jutta, better 'twould have been,
“Had Casper staid away.”

The idea of this Ballad is taken from one in a French opera called “Les Femmes et Le Secret.”

5. GLEE.

[SAILOR-BOY! sailor-boy! sleep, my sweet fellow]

HUGO, ORRILA, HERMAN, AND MAURICE.

[1.]

SAILOR-BOY! sailor-boy! sleep, my sweet fellow,
O'er your rock'd vessel though thunder-bolts roll:
Wild though the ocean raves, loud though winds bellow,
Calm be your bosom, for pure is your soul.
Hushaby! Hushaby! poor sailor-boy!
Let not the tempest your slumbers destroy;
No terrors of conscience your bosom annoy,
Then Hushaby! Hushaby! poor sailor boy!

2.

Sailor-boy! sailor-boy! Danger not bringing
Home to your thoughts crimes committed before,
Tost on rough seas, in a narrow cot swinging,
Safer you sleep than a villain on shore.
Hushaby! &c.

6. CHORUS.

[HARK! the bell tolls! the sinner's course is ending!]

HARK! the bell tolls! the sinner's course is ending!
Sad swells the hymn, and tears obscure the sight!
Rise, pious pray'rs! pure sighs to Heav'n ascending,
Waft the repentant soul to realms of light.

7. FINALE.

[THE storm is o'er, the sky is clear]

HERMAN.
THE storm is o'er, the sky is clear,
And past our consternation,
Our hero now has nought to fear
But your disapprobation.
The Outlaw trembling waits to hear
What sentence ye will give, sirs:
Decree his death, or set him clear;
Say, shall he die or live, sirs?

CHORUS.
The Outlaw, &c.

ORRILA.
Ye married dames, who grace the house,
A wondrous tale I'll tell ye:
Though left three years without my spouse,
I liv'd like chaste Penelly.
Then, all ye wives your Lords who love,
To me be well-intention'd;
So clap your hands like mad, and prove
Ye all are. . . .what I mention'd.

CHORUS.
The Outlaw, &c.

LODOWICK.
That storm came mighty a-propos:
But now the play is ended,
I hope, around, above, below,
To find the weather mended:

For thunder in this atmosphere
Great consternation causes,
Save when from hand and voice we hear
A thunder of applauses.

CHORUS.
The Outlaw, &c.

THE END.