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No. 14: FINALE OF ACT I.
Girls enter from house.
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Oh, luckless hour! |
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Oh, dreadful day! |
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Oh, quake and cower! |
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Oh, grief display! |
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Let tears be shed! |
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Oh, weep and wail! |
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Throw dust on head, |
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And rend each veil! |
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Let tears be shed! |
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Oh, weep and wail! |
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Throw dust on head, |
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And rend each veil!
And rend each veil! |
| Sunbeam (entering). |
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Oh, beat the breast! |
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Oh, slap the face! |
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Grief so expressed |
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Is full of grace! |
Blush-of-Morning has entered, and others.
| Blush-of-Morn. |
Dan. Sunbeam. |
Chorus. |
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O luckless hour! |
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O dreadful day! |
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O luckless hour! |
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O dreadful day! |
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O luckless hour! |
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O luckless hour! |
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O dreadful day! |
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O dreadful day! |
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O dreadful day! |
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O dreadful day! |
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O dreadful day! |
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O dreadful day! |
| Sultan. |
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Oh, ladies what assails you? |
| Blush of Morn. |
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'Tis our husband! |
| Sunbeam. |
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He has gone mad!
Our luckless husband Hassan! |
| Sultan. |
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Nay, nay! |
| Sunbeam. |
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Yea, yea! He swears he is the Sultan! |
| Sultan. |
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Dost thou forget the saying of the Prophet —
"Sound sense has often senseless sound,"
And "Truth than fiction stranger may be found"? |
| Sunbeam. |
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What mean you? |
| Sultan. |
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That, perchance, he is the Sultan! |
| Sunbeam. |
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Our husband is the Sultan! How?
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| Sultan. |
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Oh, listen! |
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You'll understand,
That, now and then,
Eccentric and peculiar men, |
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Tho' undetected by their wives,
Have led respected double lives! |
| Sunbeam and Blush. |
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We've heard of men
Who, now and then |
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Have led disgraceful double lives! |
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We've heard of men |
| Sultan, Sunbeam and Blush. |
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Who, now and then |
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Have led disgraceful double lives! |
| Sultan. |
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Throughout the day
(When you would guess
He was away at business) |
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His palace he perhaps has sought!
His nature deeper than you thought! |
| Sunbeam and Blush. |
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His business
He mentioned less |
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Than quite an honest husband ought! |
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His business |
| Sultan, Sunbeam and Blush. |
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He mentioned less |
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Than quite an honest husband ought! |
| Blush. |
Sunbeam. |
Sultan. |
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Alas! that men |
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Alas! that |
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Should |
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Alas! |
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that men |
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Should lead dou- |
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Should lead |
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Lead |
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double lives! |
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double lives! |
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double lives! |
| Sultan, Blush and Sunbeam. |
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Alas! that men
Should now and then |
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Lead unsuspected double lives! |
Drums heard in the distance.
| Sunbeam and Blush. |
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Hark the distant roll of drums! |
| Sultan. |
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Nearer — nearer — nearer! |
| Sunbeam and Blush. |
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'Tis the Sultan's guard that comes! |
| Sultan. |
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Nothing could be clearer! |
| Sunbeam and Blush. |
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Marching quickly down the street,
Faster, faster, faster! |
| Sultan. |
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Doubtless they have come to meet
Hassan their Royal Master! |
| Blush. |
Sunbeam. |
Sultan. |
Girls. |
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Hark! |
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Hark! |
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Hark! the |
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Hark! the dis- |
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the dis- |
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the dis- |
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distant |
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tant roll of drums! |
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tant |
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roll |
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Nearer, near- |
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drums! |
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drums! |
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drums! Ah! |
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nearer! |
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Nearer, |
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'Tis the |
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'Tis the Sultan's |
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nearer, |
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nearer, |
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Sultan's |
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guard that comes! |
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nearer! |
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nearer! |
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guard that comes! Now |
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Nothing could be clearer! |
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'Tis the |
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marching |
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Marching quickly |
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quickly |
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down the street. |
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tan's |
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guard |
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Faster, |
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comes! |
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street Ah! |
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faster! |
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Doubtless they have come |
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Doubtless they have come |
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Doubtless they have come |
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Doubtless they have come |
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to meet Hassan |
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to meet Hassan |
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to meet Hassan |
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to meet Hassan |
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their Royal Master! |
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their Royal Master! |
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their Royal Master! |
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their Royal Master! |
The Sultan's Guards enter.
| Guards. |
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With martial gate — |
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With kettle-drums —
(Metal drums) |
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All complete — |
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We've marched in state — |
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While boys silly
Noisily |
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Dogged our feet! |
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Gallant company
Sworn to thump any |
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Lack of loyalty |
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In the street! |
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Guards of Royalty! |
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Keen to kill any
Dogs of villainy |
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In the street! |
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With martial gate — |
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With kettle-drums —
(Metal drums) |
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All complete — |
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Gallant company
Sworn to thump any |
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Lack of loyalty |
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In the street! |
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Kettle-drums
(metal drums) |
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Rattle tunes
(Battle tunes) — |
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Boys silly, noisily |
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Following, Halloaing, |
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Down the street! |
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With martial gait
We've march'd in state! |
Enter the Grand Vizier, Physician- in-Chief, and Royal Executioner, in their official dresses.
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Attended by these Palace Warders, |
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Each of us now arrives, — |
| Vizier. |
The Grand Vizier — |
| Physician. |
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Physician-in-chief — |
| Executioner. |
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And Royal Executioner! |
| All three. |
The Grand Vizier, Physican-in-chief, |
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And Royal Executioner! |
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The Grand Vizier, Physican-in-chief, |
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And Royal Executioner! |
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Obedient to the Sultan's orders, |
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Carrying to his wives
Some news, we fear,
Beyond their belief, |
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Attend to what we now aver! |
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Some news, they fear,
Beyond our belief, |
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Attend to what they now aver! |
| Vizier. |
He whom you call Hassan — |
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(Prepare for great surprise) — |
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Is quite another man — |
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The Sultan in disguise! |
| Sunbeam. |
Our husband, our Hassan — |
| Blush. |
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The Sultan in disguise! |
| Chorus. |
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The Sultan in disguise!
The Sultan in disguise! |
| Physician. |
Endeavour, if you can, |
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This fact to realise; |
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The Sultan is Hassan, |
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And vice-versa-wise! |
| Sunbeam. |
The Sultan is Hassan! |
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And vice-versa-wise! |
| Chorus. |
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The Sultan is Hassan,
And vice-versa-wise! |
| Executioner. |
Each is another man, |
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That is, idest, or Viz! |
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The Sulltan is Hassan, |
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Hassan the sultan is! |
| Sunbeam. |
The Sultan is Hassan! |
| Blush. |
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Hassan the Sultan is! |
| Chorus. |
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The Sultan is Hassan!
Hassan the Sultan is! |
| Sultan. |
Distinguish, if you can, |
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Their mixed identities: |
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The Sultan is Hassan! |
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Hassan the Sultan is! |
| Sunbeam. |
The Sultan is Hassan! |
| Blush. |
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Hassan the Sultan is! |
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The Sultan is Hassan,
Hassan the Sultan is! |
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Altos. |
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The Sultan is |
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Hassan, |
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The Sultan is |
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the Sultan is Hassan, |
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Hassan, Hassan the Sul- |
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Hassan the Sultan is! |
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tan is! Hassan, Hassan |
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Hassan the Sultan is! |
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Hassan the Sultan is! |
| Sunbeam. |
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See, here he comes! Oh, recollect |
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To grovel on the floor! |
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Nor high-flown compliments neglect; |
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Wrapped up in metaphor! |
| Women. |
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Oh, fit the arrows of respect |
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To bows of metaphor; |
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And flights of flattery direct |
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At him whom we adore! |
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To load the camel of good taste
With bales of welcome haste! |
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Invite the Sultan to the tent
Of Eastern compliment! |
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Let adulation's pleasant breeze |
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His Royal nostrils reach, |
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Perfumed with spice of similes |
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And fragrant flowers of speech! |
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Let dull and leaden-coloured clouds
Of ordinary crowds |
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Before the Sun of Royal Pride
Respectfully divide!
Sun of Royal Pride!
Sun of Royal Pride! |
Hassan enters, leading Rose-in-Bloom, who is veiled; as she passes the Sultan, she draws her veil closer. Hassan is met by the Executioner, who introduces himself to him, making obeisance.
| Hassan. |
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I am the Sultan, and I now |
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Shall introduce to you |
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The fair Sultana, and allow |
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Her face to be on view! |
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Oh, husband dear! |
| Hassan. |
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Avaunt, avaunt!
Oh, woman gray and gaunt! |
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I am Sultana! |
| Hassan. |
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Go away!
Oh, woman gaunt and gray! |
| (to Rose.) Veiled so thickly, Royal lady, |
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How can I your presence prove? |
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Therefore quickly, O Zubeydeh, |
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If you please that veil remove! |
ENSEMBLE.
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Wives and Girls. |
Sultan and Men. |
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Fate is prickly! |
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Thinking thickly |
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In the heyday |
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Singer shady |
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Of success he doth remove |
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My Sultana will he prove! |
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Favours quickly |
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Truly quickly |
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To a shady |
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Made a lady, |
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Girl of lowest social groove! |
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Mate for King in single move! |
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Favours quickly |
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Truly quickly |
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To a shady |
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Made a lady, |
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Girl of lowest social groove, |
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Mate for King in single move, |
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To a shady |
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Mate for King in |
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Girl, Girl of lowest social groove! |
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single move, in single move! |
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Fate is prickly, |
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Fate is prickly, |
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Thinking thickly, |
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in the heyday, |
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in the heyday |
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Singer shady |
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Of success he doth remove, |
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his/my Sultana will he prove! |
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in heyday of success |
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yes his/my Sultana will |
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remove, doth remove, |
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he prove, will he prove, |
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doth remove! |
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will he prove! |
| Rose. |
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Hassan! Thy pity I entreat
And at thy feet |
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A suppliant, lo! I kneel; |
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Respect my maiden modesty
I beg of thee! |
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Turn not from my appeal! |
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Thine Oriental etiquette
Dost thou forget? |
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To force a maid to raise her veil
Before a male? |
| Rose in Bloom. |
Chorus. |
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Turn not, |
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Hassan! |
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turn not, |
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Thy pity |
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I entreat |
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Hassan! |
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And at thy feet a suppliant lo! I kneel! |
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Turn not, |
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Ah! |
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Ah! |
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Turn not! |
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Ah! |
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Scent-of-Lilies, Heart's Desire, and Honey-of-Life enter veiled with Yussuf.
| Hassan (to Rose). O lady, do not fail
Your life or death to choose! |
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Remove your modest veil At once, or — |
| Rose (in desperation). |
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I refuse! |
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Then, Executioner, |
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With scimitar await; |
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Perhaps you'll kindly her |
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At once decapitate! |
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Oh, horror! |
| Royal Slaves. |
Mistress! |
| Yussuf. |
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I will speak! |
| Rose. |
Nay, nay! 'Tis Fate — it has been written! |
| Executioner (to Sultan). |
Shall I slay her? |
| Sultan. |
Yes; obey in all things. |
| Executioner. |
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I obey! |
| Hassan. |
The signal take from me! It will be very brief:
I'll say, "One, two, three," Then drop my handkerchief! |
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Just "one" and "two" and "three,"
Then drop his handkerchief! |
| Hassan (spoken). |
One! |
| Royal Slaves. |
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Can naught be done? |
| Hassan. |
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Two! |
| Rose. |
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What can ye do? |
Hassan begins to stagger, and is unable to speak.
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Like a leaf he shakes with palsy!
Handkerchief will never fall — see! |
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He himself will fall instead! (He falls.)
He has fallen — fallen dead! |
| Rose. |
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Oh, sweet reprieve! |
| Royal Slaves. |
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Oh, loudly grieve! |
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Hassan is dead! |
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The Sultan dead! |
| Three Slaves. |
Sultan, Physician,
Vizier, and Executioner. |
Chorus. |
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Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! |
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dead! |
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The Sultan's dead! |
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Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! |
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dead! |
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The Sultan's dead! |
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dead! |
| Physician. |
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Not so! He will be better soon! |
| (Aside to Sultan.) It is the drug! (Aloud.) It is a swoon! |
| Wives. |
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It is a swoon! O joy! O joy! |
| Sultan. |
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Conduct him to the Palace! |
Hassan is put into the Royal litter.
Rose, Scent,
Desire, and Honey. |
Women. |
Men. |
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With martial gait,
With kettle-drums (Metal-drums)
All complete! |
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Homicidal was |
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Suicidal was |
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With martial gait |
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With kettle drums |
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(metal drums) |
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his madness! |
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our sadness |
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all complete! |
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Fortune |
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Gallant company |
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tidal |
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Sworn to thump any |
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Turns to gladness! |
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Turns to gladness! |
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Lack of loyalty in the street |
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Kettle drums
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Rattle tunes
(battle tunes) |
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ladies now! |
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ladies now! |
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Holloaing
down the street! |
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Conduct him to the Palace, |
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And to mark well mark his coming, |
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Commence, O loyal Royal band,
O loyal Royal band,
O loyal band, |
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Your (metal) kettle drumming! |
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O loyal band, |
Hassan is placed in the Royal litter; the Guards prepare to conduct him forth.
END OF ACT I
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