No. 20 - Soli and Chorus - "What do you lack, ladies?"
Apprentices: | What do you lack? ladies, What do you lack? It shall be yours, ladies, Yours in a crack! Stomacher, coif, ladies, Tucker or ruff! Look at the web, ladies, Look at the stuff! Farthingale, hood, ladies, Girdle or gown; No better cloth, ladies, Found in the town! I've all the hues, ladies, Red, blue or black; What do you lack? ladies, What do you lack? |
Wives & Daughters: | What do we lack? ladies, What do we lack? Look at the rags, ladies, Hung on my back! Look at my cloak, ladies, Look at my ruff! Look at this cloth, ladies, Look at this stuff! Who would be seen, ladies, Tramping the town With such a coif, ladies, Or such a gown? Black worn to white, ladies, White worn to black; What do we lack? ladies, What do we lack? |
Fathers: | Aye, but we lack, ladies, Ladies we lack Money to pay, ladies; Trade is so slack, What, not enough, ladies, Not yet enough? Monday, new hose, ladies, Tuesday, new stuff! Wednesday, a hood, ladies, Thursday, a gown; Friday, a coif, ladies, Best in the town! Saturday, gloves, ladies, Sunday was slack; What do ye lack, ladies, what do ye lack? |
Crook: | I pray you let this muffler be a frame To hold the picture of so fair a dame; The colours match your face so prettily, The shape so well befits your dignity, That I do wonder you should hesitate Your face with such a dainty thing to mate. Come, mistress, let me bind it round your throat. |
Spigot: | I pay not for it, not a single groat! |
Ladies & Apprentices: | Oh! what a horrid shame, |
All: | Daughters/Fathers are all the same! |
Dolly: | Father, open wide your purse; Let those frowns at once disperse; Many things there are far worse Than a loving daughter. If her heart for new clothes beats, If for fal-lals she entreats, Recollect she but repeats What her mother taught her. |
All: | Master, open wide your purse; Let those frowns at once disperse; |
Ladies: | Many things there are far worse |
All: | Than a loving daughter. |
Dolly: | Pray, Sir, have you never heard That the feathers make the bird! Come then! pay without a word, 'Tis a father's duty. Pay the money, Father, lest, Feeling she is better dressed, Ugliness should get the best Of neglected beauty. |
All: | Master, open wide your purse; Let those frowns at once disperse; |
Ladies: | Many things there are far worse |
All: | Than a loving daughter. |
Spigot: | Take what ye lack, Dolly, Take what ye lack! |
Chorus: | What do we lack? ladies, What do we lack? Look at the rags, ladies, Hung on my back! Look at my cloak, ladies, Look at my ruff! Look at this cloth, ladies, Look at this stuff! Who would be seen, ladies, Tramping the town With such a coif, ladies, Or such a gown? Black worn to white, ladies, White worn to black; What don't I lack? ladies, What don't I lack? What don't we lack? What don't I lack? What don't I lack? What don't we lack? |
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