H. M. S. PINAFORE
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The following section of the script is altered to include the "Expanded Hebe" role. It is from Act II and is the first of two altered sections. CAPT. Incomprehensible as her utterances are, I nevertheless feel that they are dictated by a sincere regard for me. But to what new misery is she referring? Time alone can tell! (Enter Sir Joseph) SIR JOSEPH. Captain Corcoran, I am much disappointed with your daughter. HEBE. (Interrupting) WE are much disappointed with your daughter! SIR JOSEPH. In fact, I don't think she will do. HEBE. WE don't think she will do! CAPT. She won't do!? HEBE. I'm afraid not, and if you give me half an hour, I'll tell you how it's affecting me! SIR JOSEPH. (interrupting) Cousin Hebe, although your utterances are well meant, I don't think you are assisting my cause. HEBE. You think not?! Oooh! Crushed! SIR JOSEPH. The fact is, although I have urged my suit with as much eloquence as is consistent with an official utterance, I have done so hitherto without success. How do you account for this? CAPT. Really, Sir Joseph, I hardly know. Josephine is of course sensible of your condescension. SIR JOSEPH. She naturally would be. HEBE. She would be, naturally. SIR JOSEPH. Don't!! HEBE. Crushed (again)! CAPT. But perhaps your exalted rank dazzles her. SIR JOSEPH. You think it does? HEBE. Ha! CAPT. I can hardly say; but she is a modest girl, and her social position is far below your own. It may be that she feels she is not worthy of you. HEBE. She's certainly not worthy! SIR JOSEPH. Oblige me by taking this lady and showing her the wonders of the forecastle. HEBE. Fo'csle! SIR JOSEPH: Poop-deck! (Exit Hebe and a sailor) SIR JOSEPH. That is really a very sensible suggestion, and displays more knowledge of human nature than I had given you credit for. Resume using traditional script The following section of the script is altered to include the "Expanded Hebe" role. It is from late in Act II and is the second of two altered sections. The book that this comes from states that Sir Joseph's lines after "Farewell, my own" and Buttercup's four-line recitative which follows them, were not in the original Pinafore libretto. The license copy sent to the Lord Chamberlain has dialog below instead: Octet and Chorus sing "Farewell, my own!" last line ends with "a dungeon, a dungeon cell!" and (Ralph is lead off in custody.) SIR JOSEPH. Josephine, I cannot tell you the distress I feel at this most painful revelation. I desire to express to you, officially, that I am hurt. HEBE. If you have five and twenty minutes to spare I will explain how it has effected [sic] me. SIR JOSEPH. Do not interfere. HEBE. Crushed. SIR JOSEPH. You, whom I honoured by seeking in marriage, you but the daughter of a captain in the Royal Navy. BUTTERCUP. Hold! I have something to say to that. HEBE. You had better be quiet. SIR JOSEPH. On the contrary, she had better proceed. HEBE. Of course, anybody but me. Go on, vulgar old woman. SONG -- BUTTERCUP
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