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No. 7: ACT I FINALE
"P'raps if you address the lady "


1954 Revival
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Gama.
P'raps if you address the lady
Most politely, most politely —
Flatter and impress the lady,
Most politely, most politely, —
Humbly beg and humbly sue —
She may deign to look on you,
But your doing you must do
Most politely, most politely, most politely!

All.
Humbly beg and humbly sue,
She may deign to look on you,
But your doing you must do
Most politely, most politely, most politely!

Hildebrand.
Go you and inform the lady,
Most politely, most politely,
If she don't, we'll storm the lady
Most politely, most politely!
(To Gama) You'll remain as hostage here;
Should Hilarion disappear,
We will hang you, never fear,
Most politely, most politely, most politely!

All.
You'll remain as hostage here.
Should Hilarion disappear,
They will hang you never fear,
Most politely, most politely, most politely!

Gama, Arac, Guron and Scynthius are marched off in custody, Hildebrand following.

HIlarion.
Come, Cyril, Florian, our course is plain,
To-morrow morn fair Ida we'll engage;
But we will use no force her love to gain,
Nature, nature has armed us for the war we wage!

Florian (Leslie Rands), Hilarion (John Dudley)
& Cyril (John Dean), 1939
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Hilarion.
Expressive glances
Shall be our lances,
And pops of Sillery
Our light artillery.
We'll storm their bowers
With scented showers
Of fairest flowers
That we can buy!

Chorus.
Oh, dainty triolet!
Oh, fragrant violet!
Oh, gentle heigho-let!
(Or little sigh).
On sweet urbanity,
Tho' mere inanity,
To touch their vanity
We will rely!

Cyril.
When day is fading,
With serenading
And such frivolity
We'll prove our quality.
A sweet profusion
Of soft allusion
This bold intrusion
Shall justify.
This bold intrusion
Shall justify.

Chorus.
Oh, dainty triolet!
Oh, fragrant violet!
Oh, gentle heigho-let!
(Or little sigh).
On sweet urbanity,
Tho' mere inanity,
To touch their vanity
We will rely!
Oh, dainty triolet!

Florian.
We'll charm their senses
With verbal fences,
With ballads amatory
And declamatory.
Little heeding
Their pretty pleading,
Our love exceeding
We'll justify!
Our love exceeding
We'll justify!

Chorus.
Oh, dainty triolet!
Oh, fragrant violet!
Oh, gentle heigho-let!
(Or little sigh).
On sweet urbanity,
Tho' mere inanity,
To touch their vanity
We will rely!

Hilarion, Cyril & Florian. Sopranos. Altos, Tenors & Basses.
  Oh, dainty triolet! Oh,
  Oh, fragrant violet! dainty
  Oh, gentle heigho-let  
  (Or little sigh). triolet!
Oh, dainty triolet! Oh, Oh,
Oh, fragrant violet! Oh, Oh,
Oh, gentle heigho-let    
(Or little sigh). violet! violet!
  Oh, dainty triolet! Oh, dainty
  Oh, fragrant violet! triolet!
Oh, dainty triolet! Oh, dainty triolet! Oh, dainty triolet!
Oh, fragrant violet! Oh, fragrant violet! Oh, fragrant violet!

Re-enter Gama, Arac, Guron, and Scynthius heavily ironed, followed by Hildebrand.

Gama.
Must we, till then, in prison cell be thrust?
Hildebrand.
You must!
Gama.
This seems unnecessarily severe!
Arac, Guron & Scynthius.
Hear, hear!

Guron (James Conroy-Ward), Arac (Michael Rayner) & Scynthius (Jon Ellison), 1977
Arac, Guron & Scynthius.
For a month to dwell
In a dungeon cell,
Growing thin and wizen
In a solitary prison,
Is a poor look out
For a soldier stout,
Who is longing for the rattle
Of a complicated battle —
Who is longing for the rattle
Of a complicated battle —
For the rum - tum - tum
Of the military drum
And the guns that go boom! boom!

All.
The rum-tum-tum
Of the military drum,
Rum-tum-tum-tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tum,
Who is longing for the rattle of a complicated battle —
For the rum tum tum
Of the military drum!
Prr, prr, prr, ra-pum-pum!

Hildebrand.
When Hilarion's bride
Has at length complied
With the just conditions
Of our requisitions,
You may go in haste
And indulge your taste
For the fascinating rattle
Of a complicated battle —
For the fascinating rattle
Of a complicated battle —
For the rum-tum-tum,
Of the military drum,
And the guns that go boom! boom!

All.

The rum-tum-tum
Of the military drum,
Rum-tum-tum-tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tum!
Who is longing for the rattle
Of a complicated battle
For the rum-tum-tum
Of the military drum!
Tum, prr, prr, prr, ra-pum, pum!

But till that time you'll here remain,
And bail we will not entertain,
Should she his mandate disobey,
Your lives the penalty will pay!
But till that time you'll here remain,
And bail we will not entertain.
Should she his mandate disobey,
Your lives the penalty will pay!
Should she our mandate disobey,
Your lives the penalty will pay!

(Gama, Arac, Guron, and Scynthius are marched off.)

END OF ACT I.

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