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The Rose of Persia


No. 12: Octet (Sultana, Scent-of Lilies, Heart's Desire, Honey-of-Life,
Dancing Sunbeam, Hassan, Yussuf & Abdallah)

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Sunbeam.
  The Sultan's Executioner
The Royal Retributioner,
    Will of course dispose of you
      Without the smallest fuss;
        You will p'r'aps be led
          To a public place
        By the hair of your head,
          As a mark of disgrace;
        Anyhow, you'll be dead
          In a very short space —
    Anyhow, you'll be dead in a very short space,
      But what will become of us?
Others.
  Yes — what will become of them/us?
Hassan.
  No — what will become of me?
Others.
  No — what will become of them/us?
Hassan.
  No — what will become of me?
Others. Hassan.
  of them/us?    
      of me?
  of them/us?    
      of me?
  of them/us?    
      of me?
  of them/us? of them/us?
of them/us?
of me? of me?
of me?
All.
  The Sultan's Executioner
The Royal Retributioner,
    Will of course know what to do —
      He acts with amazing phlegm.
All (except Hassan).
        You'll p'r'aps be led
          To a public place
        By the hair of your head,
          As a mark of disgrace;
        Anyhow, you'll be dead
          In a very short space —
    Anyhow, you'll be dead in a very short space,
      But what will become of them/us?
Hassan.
  No — what will become of me?
Others.
  No — what will become of them/us?
Hassan.
  No — what will become of me?
Hassan Others
  me?
  of them/us?
  of me?
  of them/us?
  of me?
  of them/us?
  of me?

Sunbeam.
  When the Royal Life-Long-Limiter
Has sharpened up his scimitar,
    You'll very likely ride
      In a sort of a private 'bus;
        By a vulgar throng
          To be roundly hissed;
        But it won't be for long,
          (So I wouldn't resist;)
        At the sound of a gong
          You will cease to exist!
    At the sound of a gong you will cease to exist!
      But what will become of us?
Others.
  Yes — what will become of them/us?
Hassan.
  No — what will become of me?
Others.
  No — what will become of them/us?
Hassan.
  No — what will become of me?
Others. Hassan.
  of them/us?    
      of me?
  of them/us?    
      of me?
  of them/us?    
      of me?
  of them/us? of them/us?
of them/us?
of me? of me?
of me?
All.
  When the Royal Life-Long-Limiter
Has sharpened up his scimitar,
    Misfortune's angry tide
      Too late you will be to stem;
All (except Hassan).
        By a vulgar throng
          You'll be roundly hissed;
        But it won't be for long,
          (So I wouldn't resist;)
        At the sound of a gong
          You will cease to exist!
    At the sound of a gong you will cease to exist!
      But what will become of them/us?
Hassan.
  No — what will become of me?
Others.
  Yes — what will become of them/us?
Hassan.
  No — what will become of me?
Hassan Others
  me?  
them/us?
  me?  
them/us?
  me?  
them/us?
  me?  
them/us?
  me?  
them/us?
  me?  
them/us?
All.
  What will become of us,
us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us?

Exit Dancing Sunbeam.


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