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
_King._ With base deceit
You worked upon our feelings
Revenge is sweet,
And flavours all our dealings.
With courage rare
And resolution manly,
For death prepare,
Unhappy General Stanley!
_Fred._ (_coming forward_).
Alas, alas, unhappy General Stanley!
_Gen._ Frederic here! Oh, joy! Oh, rapture!
Summon your men and effect their capture.
_Mab._ Frederic, save us!
_Fred._ Beautiful Mabel,
I would if I could, but I am not able.
_Pir._ He’s telling the truth, he is not able.
_Pol._ (_pianissimo_). Tarantara! tarantara.
_Mab._ (_wildly_).
Is he to die, unshriven-unannealed?
_Girls._ Oh, spare him!
_Mab._ Will no one in his cause a weapon wield?
_Girls._ Oh, spare him!
_Pol._ (_springing up_).
Yes, we are here, though hitherto concealed!
_Girls._ Oh, rapture!
_Pol._ So to our prowess, pirates, quickly yield!
_Girls._ Oh, rapture!
[_A struggle ensues between _Pirates_ and _Police_. Eventually
the _Police_ are overcome, and fall prostrate, the _Pirates_
standing over them with drawn swords. _Ladies_ run down._
CHORUS OF POLICE AND PIRATES.
You}
We} triumph now, for well we trow
Our mortal career’s cut short,
No pirate band will take its stand
At the Central Criminal Court.
_Serg._ To gain a brief advantage you’ve contrived,
But your proud triumph will not be long-lived.
_King._ Don’t say you are orphans, for we know that game.
_Serg._ On your allegiance we’ve a nobler claim.
We charge you yield, in Queen Victoria’s name!
_King_ (_baffled_). You do!
_Pol._ We do;
We charge you yield, in Queen Victoria’s name!
[__Pirates_ kneel, _Police_ stand over them triumphantly._
_King._ We yield at once, with humbled mien,
Because, with all our faults, we love our Queen,
_Pol._ Yes, yes; with all their faults, they love their Queen.
_Ladies._
Yes, yes; with all, etc.
[__Police_, holding _Pirates_ by the collar, take out handkerchiefs
and weep._
_RUTH enters._
_Gen._ Away with them, and place them at the bar.
_Ruth._ One moment; let me tell you who they are.
They are no members of the common throng;
They are all noblemen, who have gone wrong!
_Gen., Pol., and Girls._ What, _all_ noblemen?
_King and Pir._ Yes, all noblemen!
_Gen., Pol., and Girls._ What, _all_?
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