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No. 4 — TRIO
| PISCATORE. |
It's really very hard,
When you sit upon the sward |
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In a carefully selected situation, |
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How many foolish folks
Will crack their silly jokes |
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And intrude upon your peaceful meditation, |
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With a "Have you any sport?"
And silly questions of a sort |
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That their idiocy utter plainly show! |
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Their remarks excite my ire;
And, to all who thus inquire, |
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My rebuttal is emphatically "No!" |
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Now sunset, right at six —
Is the time to-day I fix |
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My labour piscatorial to leave; |
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Till then, leave me alone;
And your header please postpone |
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Till the advent of the over-dewy eve. |
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Till that hour I must decline
To put up my rod and line, |
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And home with creel untenanted to go! |
| | Have a little patience, please! |
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(Amanda kneels to him.) |
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Psha! don't go on your knees: |
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My decision is emphatically "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" |
| AMANDA. |
Gentle fisher, hear my prayer, hear, hear, hear!
Gentle fisher, hear my prayer! |
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Turn not from me thus away! |
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Eye me not with stony stare; |
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Hear a love-lorn maiden's lay! |
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Vainly do I pray — protest! |
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He doth pity not my pain; |
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Hope deserts my aching breast — |
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Dark Despair begins his reign! |
AMANDUS.
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Whom have we here? A maiden gay. |
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She little knows what I intend! |
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Prithee, fair one, trip away; |
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Leave me to my gloomy end! |
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Woman, woman, born to vex, |
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Ever 'cross our path ye stray; |
| AMANDA |
AMANDUS |
PISCATOR |
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Why is it your lovely sex |
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Is so often in |
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the |
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way? |
Till |
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then leave me alone, |
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Little does she |
and to all who thus enquire, my |
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know what I intend! |
answer is emphatically "No!" |
| No! No! No! No! |
No! No! No! No! |
"No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" |
| AMANDA & AMANDUS |
PISCATOR |
| Haste on, ye hours, with flying feet! |
It's really very hard, when you sit upon the shard |
| Your silver sandals cast away: |
in a carefully selected situation, how |
| Enwrap with twilight's winding-sheet |
many foolish folks will crack their silly jokes |
| The beauties of the dying day! |
and intrude upon your peaceful meditation, |
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with a |
| Haste on, ye hours! Ye stay too long |
"Have you any sport?" and silly questions of a sort that |
| For lovers who are lorn and lone; |
their idiocy utter plainly show! |
| For everything on earth goes wrong! |
Their remarks excite my ire; and, to all who thus inquire, |
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my re- |
| Haste on, ye hours! haste on! |
buttal is emphatically "No!" |
| Hasten on, hasten on, |
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It is emphati- |
| for lov- |
cally "No!" |
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It is emphati- |
| ers who are lorn and lone, |
cally "No!" "No!" "No!" |
| Hasten on, hasten on, |
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It is emphati- |
| for lovers |
cally "No!" It is emphatically |
| lorn and lone, |
"No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" |
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"No!" |
| haste |
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"No!" "No!" |
| on, |
"No!" "No!" "No!" |
| haste on! |
"No!" "No!" |
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| Haste on, haste on! |
"No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" |
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