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A Greek Slave
The Wizard

Song No. 2

Heliodorus and Chorus of Slaves

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(MELANOPIS arranges SLAVES for entrance of HELIODORUS, who comes in from private door)

Huntley Wright as Heliodorus

PATTER SONG— Heliodorus

Heliodorus:

I lived in desert Eastern lands,
A mass of lions mixed with sands,
Which danced eccentric sarabands
When blown on by a blizzard—
My lodging was a ruined tomb,
A shelter from the wild simoon,
And there in ghastly, ghoulish gloom,
I learned to be a wizard.

So now I am a marvel of a Mage,
The wonders of the future I can gauge,
A forecaster of disaster like the Master Zoroaster,
I'm the mightiest magician of the age,
I'm the mightiest magician of the age.

Slaves:
So now he is a marvel of a Mage,
The wonders of the future he can gauge,
A forecaster of disaster like the Master Zoroaster,
He's the mightiest magician of the age,
He's the mightiest magician of the age.

Heliodorus:
And then in Egypt's heart I hid,
And dire and dreadfull deeds I did,
Shut up inside a pyramid
With beetle, snake and lizard—
At night I wandered by the Nile,
And chatted with the crocodile,
And thus in E-gyp-tian style
I learned to be a wizard.

So now I am a marvel of a Mage,
Through reading a papyrus of a page,
From the gummy little tummy of a rummy sort of mummy,
I'm the mightiest magician of the age,
I'm the mightiest magician of the age.

Slaves:
So now he is a marvel of a Mage,
Through reading a papyrus of a page,
From the gummy little tummy of a rummy sort of mummy,
He's the mightiest magician of the age,
He's the mightiest magician of the age.

Heliodorus:
And then I sought the Indian shore,
For forty years or maybe more,
To learn the Brahmin's mystic lore,
The process really is hard—
For twenty years without a doze,
You stand up on alternate toes,
And balance cobras on your nose—
To learn to be a wizard.

So now I am a marvel of a Mage,
I can tie myself in tangles, I'll engage,
Like a roguey aged fogey of a bogey of a Yogi,
I'm the mightiest magician of the age,
I'm the mightiest magician of the age.

Slaves:
So now he is a marvel of a Mage,
He can tie himself in tangles, he'll engage,
Like a roguey aged fogey of a bogey of a Yogi,
He's the mightiest magician of the age,
He's the mightiest magician of the age.
(Heliodorus then takes his seat upon his throne)


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