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In the autumn of our life (Sgt Meryll with the Yeomen) |
When our gallant Norman foes (Dame Carruthers) |
Dark danger hangs upon the deed! (Sgt Meryll, Phoebe and Leonard Meryll) |
My old friend, we meet but sadly (Colonel Fairfax and The Lieutenant) |
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Here's a man of jollity (Jack Point) |
Wouldst thou earn an hundred crowns? (The Lieutenant) |
'Tis done! I am a bride! (Elsie Maynard) |
Say that we are wed - suppose it only (Wildred Shadbolt and Phoebe) |
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Good sir, we are betrothed |
The prisoner comes to meet his doom |
Tell a tale of cock and bull |
He was creeping - He was crawling - |
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It is purely a matter of skill, which all may attain if they will |
Rapture, rapture! Doleful, doleful! |
A suppliant at thy feet I fall |
As he sighed for the love of a ladye! |