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No. 14 - Soli and Chorus - "Go to bed."
| Ladies: | What's the matter? What a clatter, What a use of tongue and lung! It's disgraceful! Here's the place full Of the greatest rogues unhung! Pray be quiet, Such a riot Is enough to turn one's head; |
| Sopranos: | For your brawling Is appalling! |
| Ladies: | Go to bed, sirs, go to bed! |
| Tabitha: | Well, I never! |
| Mrs. Shelton: | Did you ever? |
| Tabitha: | Law! I'm fit to die of fright! |
| Mrs. Shelton: | Lord preserve us! |
| Tabitha: | Thus to serve us in the middle of the night! |
| Mrs. Shelton: | I'm alone, ma'am, Husband's gone, ma'am, And my door is on the latch. |
| Both: | I'm a-thinking They've been drinking, We had better call the watch. |
| Ladies: | Pray be quiet, Pray be quiet, Such a riot Such a riot Is enough to turn one's head; For your brawling Is appalling! Go to bed, sirs, go to bed, go to bed! go to bed! Sirs, go to bed, go to bed! go to bed! Sirs, go to bed, go to bed, go to bed, go to bed, go to bed, go to bed! |
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Page created 18 September 2016 .