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 FIRST.
1. CHORUS.
[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.
2. SONG.
[OLD Orpheus play'd]
HUGO.
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OLD Orpheus play'dSo well, 'tis said,
That, whenever he touch'd his fiddle,
Wild beasts and flocks,
Streams, woods, and rocks,
Danc'd about to his hey diddle diddle.
Here figures out
A tower so stout,
There figures in a fountain;
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The dance leads down,
And goes back to back with a mountain.
Sing tweedle-dum!
At his strum strum strum
Forests and fields cut capers;
Sing tweedle-dee!
Oh! was not he
The prince of catgut scrapers?
At his strum strum strum
Forests and fields cut capers;
Sing tweedle-dee!
Oh! was not he
The prince of catgut scrapers?
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See, ranged in pairs,Twelve dancing bears
Go as fast as e'er they can-go;
A lively pig
Performs a jig,
And a graceful goose a fandango:
While an arm of the sea,
Introduc'd by a tree,
To a fair young whale advances,
And, making a leg,
Cries—“Miss, may I beg
Your fin for the two next dances?”
Sing tweedle-dum, &c.
3. SONG.
[LASSES, haste your hands to show me]
LODOWICK.
LASSES, haste your hands to show me,Haste, for mother Bedra's here:
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What my lips unfold revere.
None my magic pow'rs deny:
'Tis not a lie,
For here am I;
If you doubt me, come and try.
I by secret spells discover
What the stars on earth intend:
Have you lost a faithless lover,
Have you found a perjur'd friend,
I can make them pine and die:
'Tis not a lie, &c.
What the stars on earth intend:
Have you lost a faithless lover,
Have you found a perjur'd friend,
I can make them pine and die:
'Tis not a lie, &c.
Miss, this charm gives information
Who the silver goblet stole;
If you've torn your reputation,
Here's a spell can mend the hole.
There's a secret!—Won't you buy?
'Tis not a lie, &c.
Who the silver goblet stole;
If you've torn your reputation,
Here's a spell can mend the hole.
There's a secret!—Won't you buy?
'Tis not a lie, &c.
But be quick! three hours when counted,
(And, alas! time flies so soon;)
Must I, on a broom-stick mounted,
Take my flight beyond the moon!
Then too late you'll grieve and sigh:
'Tis not a lie, &c.
(And, alas! time flies so soon;)
Must I, on a broom-stick mounted,
Take my flight beyond the moon!
Then too late you'll grieve and sigh:
'Tis not a lie, &c.
4. SONG.
[THE clock had toll'd “One!” all was silent and dread!]
ORRILA.
THE clock had toll'd “One!” all was silent and dread!When, lo! as I lay fast asleep in my bed,
And long, for the loss of the lad who is fled,
My pillow in tears had been steeping;
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The voice of my lover sigh'd soft in my ear,
—“Why sorrows my fairest? thy rover is here!
“Sweet lass, are you waking or sleeping?”—
I bade him begone; my reproaches were tart;
He answer'd by pressing me close to his heart;
Then, boldly protesting he would not depart,
In spite of entreaties and weeping
Still closer he clasp'd me!—'Twas here that I broke
The thread of my dream; but as soon as I woke,
I freely confess, the first words that I spoke
Were—“Ah! have I only been sleeping?”
He answer'd by pressing me close to his heart;
Then, boldly protesting he would not depart,
In spite of entreaties and weeping
Still closer he clasp'd me!—'Twas here that I broke
The thread of my dream; but as soon as I woke,
I freely confess, the first words that I spoke
Were—“Ah! have I only been sleeping?”
5. CHORUS.
[HILLOA ho! hilloa ho!]
MAURICE, HERMAN, AND HUNTERS.
HILLOA ho! hilloa ho!
The hollow woods echo with hilloa ho!
MAURICE.The hollow woods echo with hilloa ho!
The sun is shining,
HERMAN.
The air is sweet,
MAURICE.
Our spears are sturdy,
HERMAN.
Our darts are fleet,
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The hunters shout,
HERMAN.
And the caves repeat
CHORUS.
Hilloa ho! hilloa ho!
The hollow woods echo with hilloa ho!
6. CHORUS.
[THROUGH the forest cautious stealing]
MAURICE, HERMAN, AND HUNTERS.
THROUGH the forest cautious stealing,
Friends, explore each vale and glen:
Yonder shades the boar concealing,
Rouse him from his secret den!
Friends, explore each vale and glen:
Yonder shades the boar concealing,
Rouse him from his secret den!
Mark his eyes with fury flashing!
Now his tusks revengeful gnashing,
Wounded, on our band he rushes,
While his blood in torrents gushes!
Now his tusks revengeful gnashing,
Wounded, on our band he rushes,
While his blood in torrents gushes!
Now his life is fast retreating;
Now I hear his dying roar;
While, the hunters' shouts repeating,
Echo tells he breathes no more.
Now I hear his dying roar;
While, the hunters' shouts repeating,
Echo tells he breathes no more.
END OF THE FIRST ACT.
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