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No. 5: Recit. (Bella & Woodpecker) and Ballad (Bella)
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Enter WOODPECKER (in breathless haste).

Woodpecker.
  I want a hat of finest straw,
    At once — a handsome one.
  Trimmed with an armadillo's claw,
    Three truffles and a bun,
  Two what's-his-names of peacock blue,
    A thingummy on each,
  A snuff-box and a cockatoo
    Two mackerel and a peach.
      If you have such a thing in stock,
I'll buy it — (looking at watch) half-past ten o'clock!

RECIT.

Bella. (recognizing him). Ah, heavens! 'Tis Woodpecker!
  Oh judge and juries!
Woodpecker. (aghast). 'Tis Bella Crackenthorpe,
  By all the furies!
(aloud). You've nothing like it in your shop?
  No consequence — good morning!
Bella. (holding his coat-tails) Stop!
  Ah, false one!
Ah, false one!
Ah, false one!

(WOODPECKER much depressed.)

BALLAD — Bella (with Woodpecker)

Bella.
  You offer to take me, one fine day,
    To the Naval Exhibition;
  You borrow the money from me to pay
    The price of our admission.
  The rain pours down on my brand-new dress,
    And boots of thin prunella.
  Do you stand me a hansom? Oh dear, no!
You stand me under a portico,
Like a shabby young fellow, and off you go
    To borrow a friend's umbrella!
Umbrella!
Woodpecker.
    Poor Bella!
Bella.
    To borrow a friend's umbrella!

Bella. Woodpecker.
  Ah! poor Bella!   Did I stand her a hansom?
          Oh dear, no!
  Ah! poor Bella!   I stood her under a portico,
  Like a shabby young fellow, off   Like a shabby young fellow, I off
    you go     did go
  To borrow a friend's umbrella!   To borrow a friend's umbrella!
    Umbrella! Umbrella!     Umbrella! Umbrella!
  To borrow a friend's umbrella!   To borrow a friend's umbrella!

Bella.
  The rain goes on, and the days they grow —
    To months accumulating;
  And patiently under that portico
    They find me waiting — waiting.
  To her allegiance staunch and true
    Stands your deserted Bella.
  At length six weary months have pass'd;
The weather, no longer overcast,
Clears up — and you return at last
    Without that friend's umbrella!
Umbrella!
Woodpecker.
    Poor Bella!
Bella.
    Without that friend's umbrella!

Bella. Woodpecker.
  Ah! poor Bella! Although six weary months had
          pass'd;
  Ah! poor Bella!   The weather, no longer
        overcast,
  Like a shabby young fellow, you   Cleared up — and I returned at
    returned at last     last
  Without that friend's umbrella!   Without that friend's umbrella!
    Umbrella! Young fellah!     Umbrella! Poor Bella!
  Without that friend's umbrella!   Without that friend's umbrella!

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