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No. 21: Song (Dr. Daly)
No. 22: Ensemble (Aline, Alexis, Dr. Daly & Chorus)
No. 23: Recitative (Alexis)

"Oh, my voice is sad and low...
Oh, joyous boon...
Prepare for sad surprises"

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As Aline is going off, she meets Dr. Daly, entering pensively. He is playing on a flageolet. Under the influence of the spell she at once becomes strangely fascinated by him, and exhibits every symptom of being hopelessly in love with him.

Dr. Daly.
Fred Billington as Dr. Daly 1890s
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Oh, my voice is sad and low
And with timid step I go –
For with load of love o'erladen
I enquire of every maiden,
"Will you wed me, little lady?
Will you share my cottage shady?"
Little lady answers "No! No! No!

Thank you for your kindly proffer –
Good your heart, and full your coffer;
Yet I must decline your offer –
I'm engaged to So-and-so!" (flageolet solo)
So-and-so! So-and-so! (flageolet solo)
So-and-so! So-and-so! (flageolet solo)
"I'm engaged to So-and-so!"

What a rogue young hearts to pillage;
What a worker on Love's tillage!
Every maiden in the village
Is engaged to So-and-so! (flageolet solo)
So-and-so! So-and-so! (flageolet solo)
So-and-so! So-and-so! (flageolet solo)
All engaged to So-and-so!

At the end of the song Dr. Daly sees Aline, and, under the influence of the potion, falls in love with her.

Aline & Dr. Daly.

Oh, joyous boon! oh, mad delight;
Oh, sun and moon! oh, day and night!
Rejoice, rejoice with me!
Proclaim our joy, ye birds above –
Ye brooklets, murmur forth our love,
In choral ecstasy:


Aline. Dr. Daly.
  Oh, joyous boon!
Oh, mad delight!  
  Oh, sun and moon!
Oh, day and night!  

Rejoice with me!
Rejoice with me!
Rejoice, rejoice with me!

Rejoice with me!
Rejoice with me!
Rejoice, rejoice with me!

Enter Alexis.

Alexis. (with rapture)
Aline my only love, my happiness!
The philtre – you have tasted it?
Aline. (with confusion)
Yes! Yes!
Alexis.
Oh, joy, mine, mine for ever, and for ever! (Embraces her.)
Aline.
Alexis, don't do that you must not!
 
Dr. Daly interposes between them.
 
Alexis. (amazed)
Why?

Aline.
Alas! that lovers thus should meet:
Oh, pity, pity me!
Oh, charge me not with cold deceit;
Oh, pity, pity me!
You bade me drink – with trembling awe
I drank, and, by the potion's law,
I loved the very first I saw!
Oh, pity, pity, me!

Dr. Daly.
My dear young friend, consolèd be –
We pity, pity you.
In this I'm not an agent free –
We pity, pity you.
Some most extraordinary spell
O'er us has cast its magic fell –
The consequence I need not tell.
We pity, pity you.

Alexis.
Some most extraordinary spell
All.
O'er us/them has cast its magic fell –

Alexis. (furiously)
False one, be gone – I spurn thee,
To thy new lover turn thee!
Thy perfidy all men shall know,

Aline. (wildly) Alexis. (calling off) Dr. Daly.
I could not help it!    
  Come one, come all!  
    We could not help it!
  Obey my call!  
I could not help it! Come We could not
  hither, run! help it!
I could not help it!   We could not
I could not help it! Oh, alas! Come, every one, come! help it! Alas!

Enter all the characters except Lady Sangazure and Mr. Wells.

Chorus.
Oh, what is the matter, and what is the clatter?
He's glowering at her, and threatens a blow!
Oh, why does he batter the girl he did flatter?
And why does the latter recoil from him so?

Aline. Alexis. Other Principals. Chorus.
Oh, thus
does he
batter

And thus does the latter
recoil from him so.
And thus does the latter
recoil from him so.
Oh, thus
do I
batter

And thus does the latter
recoil from him so.
And thus does the latter
recoil from him so.
Oh, why
does he
batter

And why does the latter
recoil from him so?
And why does the latter
recoil from him so?

Oh, what is the matter,
and what is the clatter?
Oh, why does he batter
the girl he did flatter?
And why does the latter
recoil from him so?
And why does the latter
recoil from him so?


Alexis.
Prepare for sad surprises –
My love Aline despises!
No thought of sorrow shames her –
Another lover claims her!
Be his, false girl, for better or for worse –
But, ere you leave me, may a lover's curse –

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