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> Act I
No. 9: SOLOS (Edith, Kate & Chorus)
No. 10: DUET (Mabel, Frederic & Chorus)
"What ought we to do...
How beautifully blue the sky"
EDITH beckons her sisters, who form a semicircle around her.
| Edith. |
What ought we to do,
Gentle sisters, say?
Propriety, we know,
Says we ought to stay;
While sympathy exclaims,
“Free them from your tether –
Play at other games –
Leave them here together.” |
| Kate. |
Her case may, any day,
Be yours, my dear, or mine.
Let her make her hay
While the sun doth shine.
Let us compromise
(Our hearts are not of leather):
Let us shut our eyes,
And talk about the weather. |
| Chorus. |
| Yes, yes, let’s talk about the weather. |
CHATTERING CHORUS.
| Chorus. |
How beautifully blue the sky,
The glass is rising very high,
Continue fine I hope it may,
And yet it rained but yesterday.
Tomorrow it may pour again
(I hear the country wants some rain),
Yet people say, I know not why,
That we shall have a warm July.
Tomorrow it may pour again
(I hear the country wants some rain),
Yet people say, I know not why,
That we shall have a warm July.
Tomorrow it may pour again.... |
Enter MABEL and FREDERIC.
During MABEL’s solo the Girls continue chatter pianissimo,
but listening eagerly all the time.
| Mabel. |
Did ever maiden wake
From dream of homely duty,
To find her daylight break
With such exceeding beauty?
Did ever maiden close
Her eyes on waking sadness,
To dream of such exceeding gladness?
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| Frederic. |
| Ah, yes! ah, yes! this is exceeding gladness! |
| Chorus. |
How beautifully blue the sky,
The glass is rising very high,
Continue fine I hope it may,
And yet it rained but yesterday.
Tomorrow it may pour again
(I hear the country wants some rain),
Yet people say, I know not why,
That we shall have a warm July.
Tomorrow it may pour again
(I hear the country wants some rain),
Yet people say, I know not why,
That we shall have a warm July.
Tomorrow it may pour again.... |
During this, Girls continue their chatter pianissimo as before, but listening intently all the time.
| Frederic. |
Did ever pirate roll
His soul in guilty dreaming,
And wake to find that soul
With peace and virtue beaming? |
| Chorus. |
How beautifully blue the sky,
The glass is rising very high,
Continue fine I hope it may,
And yet it rained but yesterday.
Continue fine I hope it may,
And yet it rained but yesterday. |
| Mabel. |
Frederic. |
Chorus. |
| Did ever maiden |
Did ever pirate |
How beautifully blue the sky, |
| wake From dream |
loathed, Forsake his |
The glass is rising very high, |
| of homely |
hideous |
Continue fine I hope it may, |
| duty, |
mission, |
And yet it rained but yesterday. |
| To find her daylight |
To find himself |
Tomorrow it may pour again |
| break With such |
betrothed to lady |
(I hear the country wants some rain), |
| exceeding |
of |
Yet people say, I know not why, |
| beauty! |
position! |
That we shall have a warm July. |
| Ah, yes! |
Ah, yes! |
Yet people say, I know not why, |
| Ah, yes, Ah, yes! |
Ah, yes, Ah, yes! |
That we shall have a warm July, a warm July. |
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20 August, 2011
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