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ACT II
No. 15: Trio (Aline, Alexis, Mr. Wells) & Chorus
(1884 Version)
"'Tis twelve, I think"
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SCENE – Exterior of Sir Marmaduke's mansion by moonlight. All the peasantry are discovered asleep on the ground, as at the end of Act I. Enter Mr. Wells, on tiptoe, followed by Alexis and Aline. Mr. Wells carries a dark lantern.
| Aline. | Alexis. | Mr. Wells. |
| 'Tis twelve, I think, And at this mystic hour The magic drink Should manifest its power. |
'Tis twelve, I think, And at this mystic hour The magic drink Should manifest its power. |
'Tis twelve, I think, And at this mystic hour The magic drink Should manifest its power. |
| Oh, slumbering forms, | ||
| How little have ye guessed | Oh, slumbering forms, | Oh, slumbering forms, |
| That fire that warms | How little have ye guessed | How little have ye guessed |
| That fire that warms | That fire that warms | That fire that warms |
| Each apathetic breast, | Each apathetic breast! | Each apathetic breast! |
| Each apathetic breast! | Each apathetic breast! | Each apathetic breast! |
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| Alexis. |
| Sir, you acted with discrimination, And showed more delicate appreciation Than we expect in persons of your station. |
| Aline, Alexis & Mr. Wells. |
| Yes! it showed more delicate appreciation Than we expect of persons of your/my station. |
| Mr. Wells. |
| But soft – they waken one by one – The spell has worked – the deed is done! I would suggest that we retire While Love, the Housemaid, lights her kitchen fire! |
| Aline, Alexis & Mr. Wells. |
| While Love, the Housemaid, lights her kitchen fire! |
Exeunt Mr. Wells, Alexis and Aline, on tiptoe, as the villagers stretch their arms, yawn, rub their eyes, and sit up.
| Men. |
| Why, where be oi, and what be oi a doin', A sleepin' out, just when the dews du rise? |
| Girls. |
| Why, that's the very way your health to ruin, And don't seem quite respectable likewise! |
| Men. (staring at girls) |
| Eh, that's you! Only think o' that now! |
| Girls. (coyly) |
| What may you be at, now? Tell me, du! |
| Men. (admiringly) |
| Eh, what a nose, And eh, what eyes, miss! Lips like a rose, And cheeks likewise, miss! |
| Girls. (coyly) |
| Oi tell you true, Which I've never done, sir, Oi loike you As I never loiked none, sir! |
| All. |
| Eh, but oi du loike you! |
| Men. |
| If you'll marry me, I'll dig for you and rake for you! |
| Girls. |
| If you'll marry be, I'll scrub for you and bake for you! |
| Men. |
| If you'll marry me, all others I'll forsake for you! |
| All. |
| All this will I du, if you marry me! |
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COUNTRY DANCE.
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