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No. 17 - Finale Act II

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Chorus: Such a scene as this
None of us would miss,
Aren't you filled with wonder and with awe?
Sitting all sedate in his chair of state
Bobinot is laying down the law.
Men: Never was a play so entertaining;
Ladies: Such a thrilling sight we never saw;
All: Surely there's no harm in our remaining,
We won't speak or interfere,
Ev'rybody wants to hear
Bobinet administer the law!
Bobinot: The case, as you have stated it, is absolutely clear,
It's evident the lady wants to leave you.
Your one and only reason for complaint is this, my dear,
Your husband has been trying to deceive you!
Josephine: Ah! yes, my lord, he has deceived me shamefully indeed.
But let him answer for himself.
Bobinot: Well, come sir, pray proceed!
Marquis: Most men deceive their wives
Once or maybe twice in their lives,
I merely said I'd got
Rank and fortune, which I had not.
Oft I told her she was fair,
Though too proud for one so young,
And I ventured to declare
She'd a rather hasty tongue.
Bobinot: Well, for that no doubt she'd like you hung.
Marquis: But oh, I challenge her to say
If I, in any other way,
Have caused her sorrow or dismay,
So far as mem'ry carries
Have I been guilty of neglect?
Or lack of courtesy correct?
What more can any wife expect
From the man she marries?
Chorus: But oh, he'll challenge her to say
If he, in any other way,
Has caused her sorrow or dismay,
So far as mem'ry carries
He's not been guilty of neglect
Or lack of courtesy correct,
What more can any wife expect
From the man she marries?
Josephine: 'Tis true your wife you do not treat
To insult coarse, to insult coarse,
Or brutal force,
But for your base and vile deceit
I claim to have divorce!
Bobinot: I know the laws, it seems to me
You have no cause, it cannot be.
No, no, no, no, no, no,
It cannot be, it cannot be!
Marquis: We've been wedded, as you know, Sir,
Only just three days or so, Sir,
Let us then, as man and wife,
Pray resume our married life
For another week we'll say,
If by then she doesn't pray
On her bended knees before me,
Vowing that she does adore me,
Begging me to leave her never,
Then, Sir, let us part for ever!
Josephine: With that bargain I'm content,
Soon the nuptial bonds we'll sever,
He's suggesting an event
That could surely happen never!
Bobinot (to Josephine):
  Well, the man you have wed
Has a brain in his head
And his plan ought to work out neatly.
(to Marquis) You'll resume married life
With your dear little wife
Till a week has elapsed completely.
And by then you may find
She has altered her mind
And you'll live, so to speak, in clover,
But if not, well, of course,
You can have a divorce,
Take a week just to think things over.
Chorus: Yes, by then he may find
She has altered her mind
And they'll live, so to speak, in clover,
But if not, well, of course,
They can have a divorce,
They've a week just to think things over.
Josephine: I thank your Lordship heartily
For having made this just decree.
The bonds that chafe and bind will soon be broken.
Bobinot: But mind you keep this bargain fair
Or of my anger both beware,
For I, the Lord of Brevancourt, have spoken.
Josephine: My freedom I'll regain
But sad is my position,
For never now shall I attain
The height of my ambition.
Oh, her Ladyship's dreams are ended,
Past and gone in a day,
And the castles so fair that I built in the air
Have crumbled to ruins and vanished away.
All my hopes of a future splendid
Droop and fade by degrees.
Oh, my heart's sad and sore
For I now, nevermore
Shall be Madame la belle Marquise!
Chorus: Oh, her Ladyship's dreams are ended,
Past and gone in a day,
And the castles so fair that she built in the air
Have crumbled to ruins and vanished away.
All her hopes of a future splendid
Droop and fade by degrees.
All: Oh, her/my heart's sad and sore
For she/I now, nevermore
Shall be Madame la belle Marquise!

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