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No. 12 - Finale Act I
| Sir Lewis: | To my judicial mind there's not a doubt That we have here the comb I spoke about; It's most extraordinary you'll allow, The very article should turn up now. |
| Dr. Brierly: | Good people, to condemn me is not fair Until I have explain'd myself — |
| Rose: | How shocking these disclosures are, My dear papa! I thought you so particular, My dear papa! I sat and listened at your feet, And fancied you were quite complete, But you've been worse than indiscreet, My dear papa! |
| Chorus: | Oh, shameful admission! Oh, shocking surprise! In modest confusion we cover our eyes! Intending, of course, to convey to you thus You're scarcely the family doctor for us! No longer your regular patients we'll be, Nor place on your table our two-guinea fee-- Your morals are low, but your charges are high; Oh, wicked! Oh, shocking! Oh, shameful! Oh, fie! Oh, wicked! Oh, shocking! Oh, shameful! Oh, fie! |
| Goldfield: | Ah, do not heed what foes may say! Let spite and slander go their way, But let this hour bring joy to me, And say that you my wife will be! For time will prove this tale untrue, So, dearest, let me go with you, To be at once your knight and slave, Your bond-man glad, your champion brave. |
| Alma: | Ah, no! we two must say goodbye, For far apart our pathways lie; And till my innocence is shown, I go to live my life alone. |
| Ensemble: | The Ninth as their doctor
will own him no more, We'll give him his notice and show him the door, His varied prescriptions no longer we'll try. Oh, wicked! Oh, shocking! Oh, shameful! Oh, fie! |
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