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No. 5 - Finale Act I and Song - Betty - "Cinderella."

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Betty: It was a little kitchen-maid
Beside the fire one night she stayed,
And she was quite alone, by chance,
For all the rest were at a dance.
Her old Godmother flew in
To pay an evening call,
And said, "What, only you in?
Why aren't you at the ball?"
Chorus: At the ball.
Betty: Never mind, Cinderella,
'twill all come right,
You shall go to the ball tonight
In a wonderful gown of silk brocade,
Ah! You will find admiration in many eyes
And I'm sure they won't recognise
Cinderella, the kitchen-maid.
   
Betty: She took her pumpkin coach and four,
And little shoes of glass she wore;
Her Godmother said, "Off you go,
But don't stay after twelve, you know!"
And in the ballroom dancing
She made a great success.
The Prince said, "He entrancing,
She must be a Princess!"
Chorus: Fair Princess!
Men: Oh, dear me! Cinderella had such a time
Until midnight began to chime,
For she didn't quite know how long she'd stayed.
Betty: Ah! Then you see,
As she fled thro' the palace door,
Well, she somehow became once more
Cinderella, the kitchen-maid.
   
Chorus: Why, that's good,
Really she's wonderful!
She'd be the latest rage
If she was on the stage
And had a chance to sing and dance.
Men: Come for a dance with us, don't be afraid.
Any of us will be flattered,
Don't say you're only a poor kitchen-maid;
Just as if anything mattered!
All: Let's have the time of our lives tonight,
Don't you give in to your pater!
Daddy is gone, so it's quite all right,
Go on and sup, keep it up.
Victor: What would you like,
I will give you your choice,
Pekinese dog, or a car, Rolls-Royce?
Diamond bracelet or anything small,
Choose what you wish, or ask for them all!
Jotte: Order your dresses and pay when you can,
I'll get it out of the happy man!
Victor: Have what you like, just mention what,
Only ask your Vic!
Jotte: Only tell your Jotte!
Men: Ask what you like, just tell us what,
Victor & Jotte: And we're good for the blessed lot.
Chicquette:
(to Gerard)
You are looking at her like I don't know what,
Well, you must not!
Gerard: Well, it doesn't matter--
I'm not looking at her, don't talk rot!
Dolly:
(to Victor)
All the girls will go for you upon the spot,
You'll get it hot!
David:
(to Betty)
Come with me and drop the lot you've got,
Great Scott, why not? Eh, what!
Girls:
(to men)
You are looking at her like I don't know what,
Well, you must not!
No, it isn't proper,
You must simply drop her like a shot.
When we all are waiting on the very spot,
This is too hot!
For you said you cared for us a lot,
You've not forgot? We've not!
Betty: Ah, though I know it's a dream, a joke,
Still it's exceedingly pleasant!
I should be sad if so soon I awoke —
Don't wake me up for the present!
Men: Don't be afraid, you're awake all right.
Betty: Thank you, my lords and my ladies!
That's kind of you, but I've work I must do,
So I must just say good-night!
   
Betty (after dialogue): You're joking!
Gerard: I'm not! I mean to marry you,
I give my word!
Girls: Is this a joke? It's too absurd!
Victor: He's mad!
Gerard: No, no! If you say "yes,"
I'm much obliged to you,
My father says I've got to take a wife;
And you're the girl I rather think will do.
So say the word, we'll start on married life.
Men: The lad is dotty, that's quite clear!
Gerard: Well, shall I kneel to you —
Ahh! As in romances?
Is that the sort of stuff a maiden fancies?
Just hear how my heart is wildly throbbing!
Observe how I am madly burning,
yearning, sobbing!
Betty: Can all be nothing but a dream,
This hope of happiness supreme,
And shall I wake again to lose it
If I dare choose it?
And yet my heart is telling me
That as he says, it is to be;
How strange and wonderful it seems,
I'm Duchess of Dreams!
Dolly: It's really time this joke was done.
It's wretched form and very little fun.
She's not a girl to treat that way,
And if you do, I don't intend to stay.
Chicquette: Oh, let her go, she bores me so,
Just pack her off downstairs below!
She's rather raw in style and looks,
If I were you I'd send her to the.....


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