The Complete Plays of Gilbert and SullivanGilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
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The Complete Plays of Gilbert and Sullivan
Gilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
Operas -- Librettos
ALL. Ah, yes!
He loves himself with passion tenderer still!
KO. (to Nanki-Poo). Take her—she's yours!
[Exit Ko-Ko
ENSEMBLE.
NANKI-POO. The threatened cloud has passed away,
YUM-YUM. And brightly shines the dawning day;
NANKI-POO. What though the night may come too soon,
YUM-YUM. There's yet a month of afternoon!
NANKI-POO, POOH-BAH, YUM-YUM, PITTI-SING,
and PEEP-BO.
Then let the throng
Our joy advance,
With laughing song
And merry dance,
CHORUS. With joyous shout and ringing cheer,
Inaugurate our brief career!
PITTI-SING. A day, a week, a month, a year—
YUM. Or far or near, or far or near,
POOH. Life's eventime comes much too soon,
PITTI-SING. You'll live at least a honeymoon!
ALL. Then let the throng, etc.
CHORUS. With joyous shout, etc.
SOLO—POOH-BAH.
As in a month you've got to die,
If Ko-Ko tells us true,
'Twere empty compliment to cry
"Long life to Nanki-Poo!"
But as one month you have to live
As fellow-citizen,
This toast with three times three we'll give—
"Long life to you—till then!"
[Exit
Pooh-Bah.
CHORUS. May all good fortune prosper you,
May you have health and riches too,
May you succeed in all you do!
Long life to you—till then!
(Dance.)
Enter Katisha melodramatically
KAT. Your revels cease! Assist me, all of you!
CHORUS. Why, who is this whose evil eyes
Rain blight on our festivities?
KAT. I claim my perjured lover, Nanki-Poo!
Oh, fool! to shun delights that never cloy!
CHORUS. Go, leave thy deadly work undone!
KAT. Come back, oh, shallow fool! come back to joy!
CHORUS. Away, away! ill-favoured one!
NANK. (aside to Yum-Yum). Ah!
'Tis Katisha!
The maid of whom I told you. (About to go.)
KAT. (detaining him). No!
You shall not go,
These arms shall thus enfold you!
SONG—KATISHA.
KAT. (addressing Nanki-Poo).
Oh fool, that fleest
My hallowed joys!
Oh blind, that seest
No equipoise!
Oh rash, that judgest
From half, the whole!
Oh base, that grudgest
Love's lightest dole!
Thy heart unbind,
Oh fool, oh blind!
Give me my place,
Oh rash, oh base!
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