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No. 19: SONG (Cyril)
"Would you know the kind of maid"

During symphony Hilarion and Florian try to stop Cyril . He shakes them off angrily.

Cyril.
Would you know the kind of maid
Sets my heart a-flame-a?
Eyes must be downcast and staid,
Cheeks must flush for shame-a!
She may neither dance nor sing,
But, demure in ev'rything,
Hang her head in modest way,
With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say,
"Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a-flame-a!
"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a-flame-a!

When a maid is bold and gay,
With a tongue goes clang-a,
Flaunting it in brave array,
Maiden may go hang-a
Sunflower gay and hollyhock
Never shall my garden stock;
Mine the blushing rose of May,
With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say,
"Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die for shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a-flame-a!
"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a-flame-a!

(Music continues through dialogue)

Princess. Infamous creature, get you hence away!

Hilarion, who has been with difficulty restrained by Florian during this song, breaks from him and strikes Cyril furiously on the breast.

HIlarion. Dog! There is something more to sing about!
Cyril. (sobered) Hilarion, are you mad?
Princess. (horrified)   Hilarion? Help!
 

Why, these are men! Lost! lost! betrayed, undone!

(Running on to bridge.)
Girls, get you hence! Man-monsters, if you dare
Approach one step, I – Ah!
(Loses her balance and falls into the stream.)
Psyche.   Oh! Save her, sir!
Blanche. It's useless, sir – you'll only catch your death!
  (Hilarion springs in.)
Sacharissa. He catches her!    
Melissa.   And now he lets her go!
  Again she's in his grasp –
Psyche.   And now she's not,
  He seizes her back hair!
Blanche. (not looking) And it comes off!
Psyche. No, no! She's saved! – she's saved! – she's saved! –
  she's saved!


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