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No. 2: Chorus (with solos)
No. 3: Recit. & Song (Lutin) with Chorus
Enter LUTIN, appearing through the gap in the cloud
as though rising from the earth below.
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Hail, Lutin, wondrous traveller! |
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Thrice welcome back to Fairyland! |
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Hail, Lutin, wondrous traveller! |
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Thrice welcome back to Fairyland! |
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Exploring fay, thyself bestir |
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To tell us all
That did befall |
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Thy stay amid those mortals banned
While far, far away from Fairyland! |
| Darine. |
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We to ascertain are eager
All the ills that did beleaguer |
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And assail thy mortal portals
Whilst thou wast among the mortals. |
| Fleta. |
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Didst thou join in all their revels?
Drink and dance with all their devils? |
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Didst thou see, with awestruck daring,
Dicer dicing, swearer swearing? |
| Chorus. |
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Tell us all that did befall —
Tell us some and tell us all! |
| Zayda. |
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Didst thou watch, with sorrow sobbing,
Liar lying, robber robbing, |
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Drinker drinking, gorger gorging,
Pinker pinking, forger forging? |
| Locrine. |
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Cooer cooing, biller billing,
Wooer wooing, killer killing, |
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Prater prating, blabber blabbing,
Hater hating, stabber stabbing? |
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Tell us all that did befall —
Tell us some and tell us all! |
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Didst thou join in all their revels?
Didst thou dance with all their devils? |
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Didst thou see, with awe-struck daring
Dicer dicing — swearer swearing? |
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Didst thou watch, with sorrow sobbing,
Liar lying, robber robbing, |
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Drinker drinking, gorger gorging,
Pinker pinking, forger forging? |
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Prater prating, blabber blabbing,
Hater hating, stabber stabbing? |
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Kicker kicking, beater beating,
Sticker sticking, cheater cheating? |
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Ah! |
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Tell us all that did befall —
O tell us some and tell us all, |
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tell us some and tell us all,
tell us all! |
| Lutin. (recit.) |
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What! tell you all? Not so! |
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All that down there occurred? |
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'Twould numb your souls with awe — |
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You know not what you ask! |
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Describe you all I know? |
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Repeat you all I heard? |
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Narrate you all I saw? |
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God save me from such task! |
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One tale I'll try to tell — it will
suffice
To illustrate their tendency to vice! |
SONG— Lutin.
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One incident I'll tell
that will appall |
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Each gentle little heart and head. |
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Come, fairies, gather
round me, one and all — |
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(The details to impart I dread!) |
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A tale to cause a demon's
flesh to creep, |
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And absolutely shock his ears; |
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'Twould bring the tears
to eyes that never weep, |
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And melt a very rock to tears! |
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'Twould melt a very rock to tears! |
| Lutin. |
So horribly bad that
tale appears,
It's scarcely fit for fairy spheres;
'Twould outrage e'en a demon's ears —
And I'm going to tell it to you, my dears! |
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great delight). |
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He's going to tell it
to us, my dears!
He's going to tell it to us, my dears! |
| Lutin. |
Although 'twill make
your blood run cold,
The terrible details I'll unfold! |
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So horribly bad that tale appears,
It's scarcely fit for fairy spheres;
'Twould outrage e'en a demon's ears — |
| Lutin. |
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And I'm going to tell it to you,
my dears! |
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There was a gallant knight of Portugee, |
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Who loved a Moorish maid so well |
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That he took ship and sailed to Barbaree |
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(That's where the little jade did dwell). |
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He journeyed o'er the stormy sea apace |
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(Of nothing was that knight afraid), |
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And when at last they met in an embrace, |
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What do you think the naughty maiden said? |
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We wonder what the little hussy said! |
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(spoken) She said — but no, their
dark careers
Would shock your souls and draw your tears;
They're quite unfit for decent ears —
And I'm hanged if I'll tell 'em to you, my dears! |
| Chorus. (disappointed). |
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He'll be hanged if he'll tell 'em to
us, my dears!
He'll be hanged if he'll tell 'em to us, my dears! |
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First thoughts are silver — second,
gold;
And I'm sorry to say that they can't be told! |
| Chorus. (vexed). |
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His tale is cast in mocking mould —
He says it is both bad and bold;
We hoped for details, and behold — |
| Lutin. |
I'm sorry to say that they can't be
told!
I'm sorry to say they can't be told!
I'm sorry to say they can't be told! |
| Lutin. |
Sopranos. |
Altos. |
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He's sorry, |
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he's sorry, he's sorry, |
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He's sorry, he's sorry, |
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I'm sorry, I'm sorry, |
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he's sorry, he's sorry, |
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he's sorry, he's sorry, |
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to say they can't be told! |
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to say they can't be told! |
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to say they can't be told! |
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