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
_All._ He is an Englishman!
_Boat._ He is an Englishman!
For he himself has said it,
And it’s greatly to his credit,
That he is an Englishman!
_All._ That he is an Englishman!
_Boat._ For he might have been a Roosian,
A French, or Turk, or Proosian,
Or perhaps Itali-an!
_All._ Or perhaps Itali-an!
_Boat._ But in spite of all temptations
To belong to other nations,
He remains an Englishman!
_All._ Hurrah!
For the true-born Englishman!
_Capt._ (_trying to repress his anger_).
In uttering a reprobation
To any British tar,
I try to speak with moderation,
But you have gone too far.
I’m very sorry to disparage
A humble foremast lad,
But to seek your captain’s child in marriage,
Why, damme, it’s too bad!
_During this COUSIN HEBE and _Female Relatives_ have entered._
_All_ (_shocked_). Oh!
_Capt._ Yes, damme, it’s too bad!
_Capt. and Dick Deadeye._ Yes, damme, it’s too bad.
_During this SIR JOSEPH has appeared on poop-deck. He is
horrified at the bad language._
_Hebe._ Did you hear him--did you hear him?
Oh, the monster overbearing!
Don’t go near him--don’t go near him--
He is swearing--he is swearing.
_Sir J._ (_with impressive dignity_).
My pain and my distress
I find it is not easy to express;
My amazement--my surprise--
You may learn from the expression of my eyes!
_Capt._ My lord, one word--the facts are known before you;
The word was injudicious, I allow--
But hear my explanation, I implore you,
And you will be indignant, too, I vow!
_Sir J._ I will hear of no defence,
Attempt none if you’re sensible.
That word of evil sense
Is wholly indefensible.
Go, ribald, get you hence
To your cabin with celerity.
This is the consequence
Of ill-advised asperity!
[_Exit CAPTAIN, disgraced, followed by JOSEPHINE._
_All._ Behold the consequence
Of ill-advised asperity!
_Sir J._ For I’ll teach you all, ere long,
To refrain from language strong.
For I haven’t any sympathy for ill-bred taunts!
_Hebe._ No more have his sisters, nor his cousins, nor his aunts.
_All._ For he is an Englishman, etc.
_Sir J._ Now, tell me, my fine fellow--for you _are_ a fine fellow----
_Ralph._ Yes, your honour.
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