The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 84
Enter Maritana
Enter Maritana.
Mar
Don J
Mar
Don J
Mar
Don J
Enter People.
Cho Mar Cho Mar Sol Mar Sol Mar
What the Kates decree ?
Pretty Gitana, tell us,
Shall we happy be ?
Shall I married be?
Shall I wealthy be ?
With ease can I impart;
But plainer read in starry eyes
The language of the heart.
With whom begins the charms ?
With me.
Let me see ?
Beware of wooing an old man's wife;
Her youth and beauty will cause you strife.
(Soldier turns away confused.)
Cho Mar Old M Mar Old M Mar Old M Cho Don J Mar Don J Mar Don J & Mar Don J & Mar
Ha, ha, ha !
When weak old dotards, to young maids Wed,
Young men do, sometimes, make love instead.
Shall I tell your fortune?
It is, indeed, your fortune
I now impart.
To you I promise rank,—a carriage—
A splendid equipage,—a speedy marriage.
Oh, joy ! all, all my heart's desire,
Gladly I hear the star's decree;
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Only I fear this sunny hope
Is far too bright, too bright for me.
Almost a sceptre, high command,
A princely heart, a palace home,
The mirrored hall, the glittering dome.
Finale.
Don C Laz Don C
Enter Don Cæsar and Lazarillo.
I told you how it would be;
You'll not forget, brave captain,
The lesson due to me,
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
I told you how 't would be.
You they seek, I fear.
Must take, that's pretty clear.
Ensemble.
Alc Don J Don C Mar Don J Don C [to people)
Alc Don C Alc Peo Don C Mar Don C Don J Alc Mar Don C Mar Don C Alc
I you arrest, sir, stay;
Your sword at once resign,
And now the laws obey.
Your sword at once resign,
Since you arrest, I stay !
My sword I thus resign,
And now the laws obey.
Why, in the name of the king,
A noble count thus stay;
We Don Cæsar defend,
If he the word but say.
Scarce half awake I seem :
The words that you have said
Still paint the pleasing dream.
Swear I, the sunny dream
Whene'er thou wak'st again
Shall on thee brightly beam.
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Free the gallant captive pray,
I to-morrow shall have the gold,
Gladly I'll the ransom pay.
Maritana, Lazarillo and Chorus.
Don J Don C Alc Cho Don C
Oh, misfortune, for the quarrel
Must his life ignobly pay ?
He with life must surely pay.
'Tis a debt we all must pay.
He with life must surely pay.