>Act
II
No. 16: Scena (Lutin & Chorus)
Hurried music. Enter mortal LUTIN over the edge of the cloud, staggering onto stage as though violently impelled from below.
Lutin. | |||||
Help! help! help! Whatever has become of me? | |||||
Help! help! help! Wherever am I now? | |||||
Help! help! help! Who's made a tee-to-tum of me? | |||||
When came I here, why came I here, whence came I here, and how? | |||||
Whatever has become of me? | |||||
Wherever am I now? | |||||
Who's made a tee-to-tum of me? | |||||
When came I here, why came I here, whence came I here, and how? | |||||
Uprising with velocity This impolite atrocity Excites my curiosity — |
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But stay, I'm coming to — But stay, I'm coming to — But stay, I'm coming to — |
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I've gained my senses! | |||||
I've died a death deplorable, For ever unrestorable, And left my wife adorable |
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To weep and pay my fu — To weep and pay my fu — To weep and pay my fu — |
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neral expenses! | |||||
Help! help! help! Whatever has become of me? | |||||
Wherever am I now? | |||||
Who's made a tee-to-tum of me? | |||||
When came I here, why came I here, whence came I here, and how? |
During this the Fairies have entered, led by ZAYDA, LOCRINE, NEODIE, FLETA, and others. They examine him curiously and with much amusement.
Zayda. | A freak of nature — not of Art! | ||
'Tis Lutin, without wing! | |||
Fleta. | His likeness, his likeness to his counterpart | ||
Is most astonishing! Is most astonishing! |
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Leila. | How beautifully formed is he — | ||
How delicately quaint! | |||
Cora. | I wonder, I wonder, I wonder will he prove to be | ||
A sinner or a saint? | |||
Chorus. | We wonder, we wonder, we wonder will he prove to be | ||
A sinner or a saint? | |||
We lay no stress On blamelessness, But still we wait To speculate On this — will he Turn out to be |
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A sinner or a saint? | |||
Will he turn out to be | |||
A sinner or a saint? Ah! |
LUTIN is much impressed with the beauty of the Fairies.
Lutin. | |||
Though I'm no Mussulman, it's true, | |||
Yet by some strange device | |||
My soul has found its way into | |||
Mahomet's Paradise! | |||
If this is all I have to pay | |||
For my career perverse, | |||
It might have been, I'm bound to say, | |||
Considerably worse! | |||
Considering, I've had my fling, 'Tis very well; For, truth to tell, From what I glean, It might have been |
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Considerably worse! |
Zayda & Lochrine. | |||
Considering, He's had his fling, It might have been |
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Considerably worse! Considerably worse! |
Lutin. | Chorus. | ||||
If this is all I have to pay | We lay no stress | ||||
For my career perverse, | On blamelessness, | ||||
It might have been, I'm bound to say, | But still we wait | ||||
Considerably worse! | To speculate on this — | ||||
We wonder, | |||||
They wonder! | |||||
To speculate | |||||
They wonder, will I prove to be | We wonder, will he prove to be | ||||
A sinner or a saint? | A sinner or a saint? |
Lutin. | Zayda. | Lochrine. | Chorus. | ||||
A sinner |
We wonder, we wonder, |
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or a saint? |
A sinner or a saint? | ||||||
They wonder! they wonder! |
A sinner |
We wonder, we wonder, |
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A sinner or a saint? | Ah! | Ah! | A sinner or a saint? |
Exit ZAYDA.
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