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No. 11: In pity tell, O Lady mine
Sung by Lady Maud and Sir Cecil Blount
| Sir C.: |
| In pity tell, oh lady mine! The fate that waits me, my life is thine! 'Tis thine to spare, 'tis thine to kill, 'Tis thine to fashion to thy fair will 'Tis thine 'tis thine 'tis thine to fashion to thy fair will! |
| Lady M.: |
| If this is so, what can I do? The word that kills thee would kill me too! My hand and heart to thee to thee I give, The word that saves thee, now bids me live Now bids me live!. |
| Lady Maud | Sir Cecil | ||
| In pity tell, Oh! La- | |||
| The word, the word that kills | dy! | ||
| thee | Oh! tell the fate that waits | ||
| that word would kill me to, | me. | ||
| my hand and heart | |||
| to thee I give, | Oh! Lady mine! | ||
| my hand and heart | |||
| to thee I give, | Oh! Lady mine! | ||
| the word that saves thee now bids | |||
| me live now bids me live! | Oh! Lady mine! | ||
| Ah! me! | Ah! me! | ||
| They should be one | A life of death, | ||
| my life and thine | a life of life | ||
| Oh! give it then if it be mine | with joy abounding, with sorrow rife | ||
| A term of joy and term of grief | A term of joy a term of grief | ||
| So long so long without thee! | |||
| So long so long without thee without | |||
| thee with thee too brief! | With thee too brief! | ||
| So long without thee | So long without thee | ||
| With thee too brief too brief | With thee too brief too brief | ||
| with thee too brief. | with thee too brief. | ||
(Sir Cecil and Lady Maud embrace.)
During the Duet the veil before Lord Carnaby Poppytop's portrait has been silently drawn back. At the end of duet Lord Carnaby coughs.
