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No. 8 - Octette - "I'll have the law, I'll have my right."
| Mrs. Bardell: | In spite of hate I bear to you, I'm going to be fair to you, And here and now declare to you I mean to have my rights. |
| Lisa, Sally & Sue: | We've come down here
to stop a thing, And as we never drop a thing We'll make you do the proper thing According to our lights. |
| Pickwick: | Your attitude so furious Yo you will prove injurious, Your charge is simply spurious As very well you know. |
| Tupman, Winkle & Snodgrass: | |
| You have been very rude in here. On matters we were brooding here When you three came intruding here; You're very much de-trop. |
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| Mrs. Bardell: | Oh, you never will get rid of us By such very unpleasant attack; We have made up our minds for a fuss. |
| Tupman, Winkle & Snodgrass: | |
| Go! Go! | |
| Lisa, Sally & Sue: | If we go, we shall only come back. |
| Pickwick: | As the eminent man of the day I have not been considered a dunce But I can't understand what you say, What you say when you're all of you talking at once. |
| Mrs. Bardell & Girls: | No, they can't understand ... |
| Others: | No, we can't understand |
| Mrs. Bardell & Girls: | ...when we're all of us talking at once. |
| All: | No, we/they can't understand What we/you say, What we/you say, When we're/you're all of us talking And talking and talking, We're/you're all of us talking at once. |
| Mrs. Bardell: | Then gentlemen, And you too, girls, Keep quiet just a minute; I'll open up my heart to you And likewise all that's in it. |
| When Bardell went to his last abode (As the very best of husbands will,) I took a place in the Goswell road, And in the window put a bill, |
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| Pickwick: | One day your house I chanced to pass; Came up the steps and rang the bell. |
| Mrs. Bardell: | You took my lodgings and alas! You took then in my heart as well! |
| Others: | I/He took her lodgings and alas, I/he took her widow's heart as well! |
| Mrs. Bardell: | When sometimes I would sit and mope |
| Pickwick: | I'd come into your room and chat, |
| Mrs. Bardell: | You'd praise my cooking,
then you'd hope I'd always cook for you like that. I'd speak of husband number one, |
| Pickwick: | And I would cheer you up and vow, No matter where Bardell has gone, He's better off where he is now. |
| Others: | Oh truce, no matter where he's gone, He's better off where he is now. |
| Mrs. Bardell: | You might have been the husband Who won my affections sweet and coy. You might have been a father too, To my poor angel, orphan boy. So if I on the jury call For damages for my complaint, It's when I come to think of all He might have been, but what he ain't. |
| All: | We'll go and on the jury call For damages for her complaint. |
| Mrs. Bardell: | I'll have the law, I'll have my rights. |
| Pickwick: | Lor' bless the woman, how she fights. |
| Sally: | You villain you, and you, and you, |
| Tupman, Winkle & Snodgrass: | |
| I vow my dear, that isn't true. | |
| Lisa & Sue: | Our aunt shall have her full revenge. |
| Pickwick: | You needn't bother, keep the change. |
| Lisa & Sue: | You call yourself a poet, eh? |
| Tupman, Winkle & Snod.: | |
| You run away and play. | |
| Mrs. Bardell: | I'm going to faint, I know I am, I know I am. |
| Lisa, Sally & Sue: | No, no you ain't. |
| Mrs. Bardell: | Oh yes I am, I know I am, Oh Bardell, to protect your wife Why don't you come. |
| Pickwick: | The woman's in delirium, delirium. |
| Lisa, Sally & Sue: | We've seen you somewhere Once before, somewhere before. |
| Tupman, Winkle & Snod.: | |
| You'll never see us any more, oh never more | |
| Lisa, Sally & Sue: | 'Twas somewhere you'd no right to be, no right to be, |
| Tupman, Winkle & Snodgrass: | |
| I hope she don't refer to me. | |
| Lisa, Sally & Sue: | We vow the law At you shall gnaw, And sharper claw you never saw. |
| Tupman, Winkle & Snodgrass: | |
| We easily can see That she is going to be our enemy. |
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| Lisa, Sally & Sue: | No words can paint Our just complaint, she's going to faint! |
| Mrs. Bardell: | No, no I ain't. |
| Men: | We're in dismay at what they say. |
| Women: | We'll make you pay! |
| Men: | Oh, go away. |
| All: | We'll have the law, the law. |
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American Musical Theatre | Mr. Pickwick
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