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No. 16: Recitative and Ballad (Teresa)

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Enter TERESA. Her manner suggests that she is crazed.

TERESA.
  All alone to my eerie I wander a-weary,
    A desolate maid of her lover bereft;
  What matter? ’tis only a heart that is lonely —
    A-many the maids that a lover has left!

BALLAD.

  Whispering breeze,
    Bring me my dear!
  Wind-shaken trees,
    Beckon him here!
  Rivulet, hie —
    Prithee go see —
  Birds, as ye fly,
    Call him to me!
Tell him the tale of the tears that I shed —
Tell him I die for the love that is dead!
Tell him the tale of the tears that I shed —
Tell him I die for the love that is dead!

  Heart that in jest
    Laughed him to scorn,
  Now in my breast
    Lying forlorn —
  Idle to plead —
    Cherish thy chain —
  Thou shall be freed
    Never again!
My heart it is sad and a-weary my head,
For I weep and I die for the love that is dead!
My heart it is sad and a-weary my head,
For I weep and I die for the love that is dead!

She sinks, weeping, on a seat.


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