Nos. 23-4: RECIT. & BALLAD (Iolanthe)
RECIT. (Iolanthe, Queen, Lord Chancellor & Fairies)
"My Lord, a suppliant at your feet...
He loves...
It may not be, for so the fates decide"
The Lord Chancellor is moved by this appeal. After a pause.
| Lord Chancellor. |
It may not be – for so the fates decide!
Learn thou that Phyllis is my promised bride. |
| Iolanthe (in horror) |
| Thy bride! No! No! |
| Lord Chancellor. |
It shall be so!
Those who would separate us woe betide! |
| Iolanthe. |
My doom thy lips have spoken –
I plead in vain! |
| Fairies. (without) |
| Forbear! Forbear! |
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| Iolanthe. |
A vow already broken
I break again! |
| Fairies. (without) |
| Forbear! Forbear! |
| Iolanthe. |
For him – for her – for thee
I yield my life.
Behold – it may not be!
I am thy wife. |
| Fairies. |
Aiaiah! Aiaiah! Aiaiah!
Willaloo! Willaloo! |
| Lord Chancellor, (recognizing her) |
| Iolanthe! thou livest? |
| Iolanthe. |
Aye!
I live! Now let me die! |
Enter Fairy Queen and Fairies. Iolanthe kneels to her.
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