The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 84
Re-enter Don Jose, Marchioness, and Marquis
Re-enter Don Jose, Marchioness, and Marquis.
Don J
Don C
Marq
Don J
Marq
Don C
Marq
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
(Maritana sings in the saloon. Don Cæsar pauses to listen.)
Don C
Don J
Maritana sings within.
Don C Don J Don C Don J
I hear it again; 'tis the harp in the air;
It hangs on the walls of the old Moorish halls :
Tho' none know its minstrel or how it came there,
Listen ! 'Tis the harp in the air.
It telleth of tales that are faded and gone;
It telleth of the brave, of the lovely and fair; —
Of a warrior's grave, and a maiden's despair.
List, pilgrim, list 'tis the harp in the air.
'Tis her's, I swear
With whom I at the altar knelt.
Beware, Beware,
Ere all thy danger yet be felt.
Enter Officers and Soldiers.
Don J Don C Don J Don C Don J Don C
Fled from justice, guard with life.
Just to know who is my wife.
It must not be
Enter
Maritana, Marquis, Marchioness.
Mar Don Don J Don C Don J Don C Don J Mar Marq & Cho Sol & Alg Mar Don C Don J Cho
Enter Alguazils.
It maddens, it distracts my soul.
Their meeting would distract ray soul.
Mar What mystery, why thus control.
What horror now awaits my soul ?
Not darker clouds than thunders roll.
What anger hath enraged his soul ?
I will be free.
Let me free.
It must not be.
Each heart control; what consternation
Fills each soul.