The Complete Plays of Gilbert and Sullivan Part 153

Who is the man who, The man to whom thou art In his pride, allied Claims thee as his bride? And claim me as his bride.

Day of terror! Day of terror!

Day of tears! Day of tears!

LIEUT., MERYLL, and WILFRED ELSIE

Come, dry these unbecoming tears, Most joyful tidings greet thine ears, Come, dry these unbecoming tears, Oh, Leonard, Most joyful tidings greet Oh,Leonard, thine ears, Come thou to my side,

The man to whom thou art allied And claim me as Appears to claim thee thy loving bride!

as his bride. Day of terror!

The man to whom thou art allied Day of tears!

Appears to claim thee as his bride.

[Flourish. Enter COLONEL FAIRFAX, handsomely dressed,and attended by other Gentlemen

FAIRFAX [sternly] All thought of Leonard Meryll set aside.

Thou art mine own! I claim thee as my bride.

ALL Thou art his own!

Alas! he claims thee as his bride.

ELSIE A suppliant at thy feet I fall; Thine heart will yield to pity's call!

FAIRFAX Mine is a heart of ma.s.sive rock, Unmoved by sentimental shock!

ALL Thy husband he!

ELSIE [aside] Leonard, my loved one-- come to me.

They bear me hence away!

But though they take me far from thee, My heart is thine for aye!

My bruised heart, My broken heart, Is thine, my own, for aye!

Is thine, is thine, my own, Is thine, for aye!

ELSIE [To FAIRFAX] Sir, I obey!

I am thy bride; But ere the fatal hour I said the say That placed me in thy pow'r Would I had died!

Sir, I obey!

I am thy bride!

[Looks up and recognizes FAIRFAX

Leonard!

FAIRFAX My own!

ELSIE Ah! [Embrace]

ELSIE & FAIRFAX With happiness my soul is cloyed, This is our joy-day unalloyed!

ALL Yes, yes!

With happiness their souls are cloyed, This is their joy-day unalloyed!

With happiness their souls are cloyed, This is their joy-day unalloyed, Their joy-day unalloyed, unalloyed!

[Enter JACK POINT

POINT Oh, thoughtless crew!

Ye know not what ye do!

Attend to me, and shed a tear or two-- For I have a song to sing, O!

ALL Sing me your song, O!

POINT It is sung to the moon By a love-lorn loon, Who fled from the mocking throng, O!

It's a song of a merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye.

ALL Heighdy! heighdy!

Misery me--lack-a-day-dee!

He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye!

ELSIE I have a song to sing, O!

ALL What is your song, O!

ELSIE It is sung with the ring Of the songs maids sing Who love with a love life-long, O!

It's the song of a merrymaid, peerly proud, [optional-- nestling near,]

Who loved her lord, and who laughed aloud [optional-- but dropped a tear]

At the moan of the merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye!

ALL Heighdy! heighdy!

Misery me--lack-a-day-dee!

He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye!

Heighdy! heighdy!

Misery me--lack-a-day-dee!

He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye!

Heighdy! heighdy!

Heighdy! heighdy!

Heighdy! heighdy!

[FAIRFAX embraces ELSIE as POINT falls insensible at their feet.

CURTAIN

PATIENCE