Libretto of the Musical Farce-tragedy Injured Innocents in Three Acts: Founded on the Old English Ballad of "Babes in the Woods."E.B. Stillings, 1890 - 32 стор. |
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... Friend , I thank thee for a bid . " Then saith our jester , " I bid thee good day ! " CHORUS . " AULD LANG SYNE . " Should auld acquaintance be forgot , And never brought to min ' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot , And days o ' lang ...
... Friend , I thank thee for a bid . " Then saith our jester , " I bid thee good day ! " CHORUS . " AULD LANG SYNE . " Should auld acquaintance be forgot , And never brought to min ' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot , And days o ' lang ...
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... friends ; not so fast . The fox hasn't started yet ! ( To RETAINER . ) Where's your wild beast ? Is he within ? RETAINER ( looking in the box ) . He is , my lord ! Fast asleep ! SIR RAW . Pull him out ! SIR BERT . How can you chase the ...
... friends ; not so fast . The fox hasn't started yet ! ( To RETAINER . ) Where's your wild beast ? Is he within ? RETAINER ( looking in the box ) . He is , my lord ! Fast asleep ! SIR RAW . Pull him out ! SIR BERT . How can you chase the ...
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... friends and the restless inquietude of my own conscience , I continued to increase in proficiency . My spec- ialty was the St. Vitus . After seven years I was troubled with pain in the back , loss of appetite and en - nu - i . ' " 1ST ...
... friends and the restless inquietude of my own conscience , I continued to increase in proficiency . My spec- ialty was the St. Vitus . After seven years I was troubled with pain in the back , loss of appetite and en - nu - i . ' " 1ST ...
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... friend a worthy man- but , I beg pardon , you haven't met . Lady McAllister , allow me to present Mr. George Tuff . SIR RAW . What did you knock me down for ? 2D RUF . Don't mention it just a ... friends , then , 14 INJURED INNOCENTS .
... friend a worthy man- but , I beg pardon , you haven't met . Lady McAllister , allow me to present Mr. George Tuff . SIR RAW . What did you knock me down for ? 2D RUF . Don't mention it just a ... friends , then , 14 INJURED INNOCENTS .
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... friends , then , and I hope agreed upon all preliminaries . 2D RUF . We seem to be entirely harmonious . LADY MCA . Then this evening , ere the sun shall set , gentle Cedric and brave Marguerite shall be yielded to your care . 2D RUF ...
... friends , then , and I hope agreed upon all preliminaries . 2D RUF . We seem to be entirely harmonious . LADY MCA . Then this evening , ere the sun shall set , gentle Cedric and brave Marguerite shall be yielded to your care . 2D RUF ...
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1ST RUF 2D RUF Anteroom of MCALLISTER audience bell punch Bon voyage born a pagan Boston brother was drowned CEDRIC and MARGUERITE Cedric McAllister chase cheeldren CHILDISH WOE Corps of Cadets discomfort to speak DOCTOR rapturously donkey drowned at sea ennui Enter DOCTOR Enter GOVERNESS Enter SIR RAW Enter SIR RAWDON Enter two RUFFIANS EPISODES OF CHILDISH Excuse feel so gay felt any discomfort friends gentlemen GEORGE TUFF GL-DST-NE gloaming Harriet Henry hypothetically drowned Ibsen jokes LADY MCA LADY MCALLISTER Lady Rawdon Slolmondley Let us conceal LIBRETTO look MARG McAllister Hall McAllister village Methinks mountain pass Never mind Nine apples Pflueger prattle R. A. Barnet RAWDON and LADY RAWDON SLOLMONDLEY MCALLISTER Reginald Rufyan sheeny sing SIR BENV SIR BENVOLIO SIR BERT SIR BERTRAM Small child Songs and specialties sweet tell Aunt McAllister thee good day thou uncle and aunt
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Сторінка 6 - The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straite unto his house, Where much of them he makes. He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day, But, for their wealth, he did devise To make them both away.
Сторінка 5 - But if the children chance to die Ere they to age should come, Their uncle should possess their wealth ; For so the will did run. " Now, brother," said the dying man, " Look to my children dear ; Be good unto my boy and girl, No friends else...
Сторінка 14 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid ! How many...
Сторінка 6 - Did vowe to do his charge, Because the wretch, that hired him, Had paid him very large. The other won't agree thereto, So here they fall to strife ; With one another they did fight About the...
Сторінка 5 - And both possest one grave. No love between these two was lost, Each was to other kind ; In love they lived, in love they died, And left two babes behind.
Сторінка 6 - These pretty babes, with hand in hand, Went wandering up and down : But never more could see the man Approaching from the town : Their pretty lips with blackberries Were all besmeared and dyed, And when they saw the darksome night, They sat them down and cried.
Сторінка 5 - His wife by him as sicke did lye, And both possest one grave. No love between these two was lost...
Сторінка 7 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne. For auld, &c. We twa hae paidl't i...
Сторінка 6 - I'll bring you bread. When I come back againe. These pretty babes, with hand in hand. Went wandering up and downe ; But never more could see the man Approaching from the town...
Сторінка 14 - Daughter's dead! Hope of thine age, thy twilight's lonely beam, The Star hath set that shone on Helle's stream. What quench'd its ray? — the blood that thou hast shed! Hark! to the hurried question of Despair: "Where is my child?