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No. 16: Recitative and Ballad (Teresa)
Enter TERESA. Her manner suggests that
she is crazed.
| TERESA. |
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All alone to my eerie I wander a-weary, |
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A desolate maid of her lover bereft; |
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What matter? ’tis only a heart
that is lonely — |
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A-many the maids that a lover has left!
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BALLAD.
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Whispering breeze, |
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Bring me my dear! |
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Wind-shaken trees, |
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Beckon him here! |
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Rivulet, hie — |
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Prithee go see — |
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Birds, as ye fly, |
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Call him to me! |
Tell him the tale of the tears that I shed —
Tell
him I die for the love that is dead!
Tell him
the tale of the tears that I shed —
Tell
him I die for the love that is dead!
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Heart that in jest |
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Laughed him to scorn, |
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Now in my breast |
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Lying forlorn — |
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Idle to plead — |
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Cherish thy chain — |
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Thou shall be freed |
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Never again! |
My heart it is sad and a-weary
my head,
For I weep and I die for the love that
is dead!
My heart it is sad and a-weary my head,
For I weep and I die for the love that is dead! |
She
sinks, weeping, on a seat.
