Original Plays, Second SeriesGilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
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Original Plays, Second Series
Gilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
English drama; Operas -- Librettos
Oh, my voice is sad and low,
And with timid step I go--
For with load of love o’erladen
I enquire of every maiden,
“Will you wed me, little lady?
Will you share my cottage shady?”
Little lady answers, “No!
Thank you for your kindly proffer--
Good your heart, and full your coffer;
Yet I must decline your offer--
I’m engaged to So-and-so!”
So-and-so!
So-and-so! (_flageolet_).
She’s engaged to So-and-so!
What a rogue young hearts to pillage!
What a worker on Love’s tillage!
Every maiden in the village
Is engaged to So-and-so!
So-and-so!
So-and-so! (_flageolet_).
All engaged to So-and-so!
[_At the end of the song DR. DALY sees ALINE, and, under the
influence of the potion, falls in love with her._
ENSEMBLE.--ALINE AND DR. DALY.
Oh, joyous boon! oh, mad delight!
Oh, sun and moon! oh, day and night!
Rejoice, rejoice with me!
Proclaim our joy, ye birds above--
Ye brooklets, murmur forth our love,
In choral ecstasy:
_Ali._ Oh, joyous boon!
_Dr. D._ Oh, mad delight!
_Ali._ Oh, sun and moon!
_Dr. D._ Oh, day and night!
_Both._ Ye birds and brooks and fruitful trees,
With choral joy delight the breeze--
Rejoice, rejoice with me!
_Enter ALEXIS._
RECITATIVE.
_Alex._ (_with rapture_).
Aline, my only love, my happiness!
The philtre--you have tasted it?
_Ali._ (_with confusion_). Yes! Yes!
_Alex._ Oh, joy, mine, mine for ever and for aye. [_Embraces her._
_Ali._ Alexis, don’t do that--you must not!
[_Dr. Daly interposes between them._
_Alex._ (_amazed_.) Why?
DUET.--ALINE AND DR. DALY.
_Ali._ Alas! that lovers thus should meet:
Oh, pity, pity me!
Oh, charge me not with cold deceit;
Oh, pity, pity me!
You bade me drink--with trembling awe
I drank, and, by the potion’s law,
I loved the very first I saw!
Oh, pity, pity me!
_Dr. D._ My dear young friend, consolèd be--
We pity, pity you.
In this I’m not an agent free--
We pity, pity you.
Some most extraordinary spell
O’er us has cast its magic fell--
The consequence I need not tell.
We pity, pity you.
ENSEMBLE.
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