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No. 6 - Duet - Doris and Sir Philip - "How hardly fate"
| Sir Philip: | How hardly fate with some of us doth deal; Life has so very little joy to share, That he who laughs at luck is bound to steal The smiles of others to complete his share. Oh! think not that some crime hath laid me low, Or evil deed I would not dare to tell. 'Twas but misfortune, and 'tis better so, For none can blame you if you wish me well. Give me then, I pray you, give One gentle word, that I may live And so in gratitude contrive Upon your charity to thrive. |
| Both: | What I have I freely give, If on a word or smile you'd live; But how can any man contrive On such poor charity to thrive? |
| Sir Philip: | A beggar at your door I fain would be, But begging for your pity, not your gold; A word, a sign, a look of sympathy, Are more, far more to me than wealth untold! Be bountiful in smiles and words of grace, That I may set them in the scale of life Against the world's hard knocks, and for a space Repair my courage to renew the strife! A beggar I fain would be For pity, not for gold. |
| Doris: | What I have I freely give, If on a word or smile you'd live; But how can any man contrive On such poor charity to thrive? |
| Both: | What I have I freely give, If on a word or smile you'd live; But how can any man contrive On such poor charity to thrive? |
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Page created 18 September 2016 .