Act I, Scene 1
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The home of SIMON LIMAL, the weaver — a sombre, wretched-looking dwelling. At the back is a window-opening, giving a view of a narrow alley leading to the market-place; and on the left of the window is the street-door. On the right of the room there is a flight of steep steps leading to the entrance to a loft; and below the steps stands the weaver's loom. On the left of the room is the hearth; below the hearth is a poor shrine containing an image of the Virgin; and, below that, a door admitting to a bed- chamber. In the centre stands a table and chair, and on each side of the hearth is a stool.
There is sunshine without, and a narrow shaft of light streams through a little window which is seen in the roof of the loft.
SIMON LIMAL is at the loom, JOAN is making a fire with sticks. They are a feeble, prematurely-aged pair — ragged, poverty- stricken, bent with toil.
No. 1: DUET. — SIMON and JOAN.
SIMON. | |||
Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack — | |||
For ever the shuttle flies! | |||
Here in the gloom From out the loom |
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It groans and rattles and cries! | |||
Oh, would the day were ended | |||
when the end of the daylight dies! | |||
Oh, would the day were ended, | |||
were ended when the end of the daylight dies! | |||
Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack, click, clack, | |||
For ever the shuttle flies! |
SIMON. Wife, where is Laine?
JOAN. Gone to buy bread and to draw water.
JOAN. | |||
Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack — | |||
The night and the day are one! | |||
The moon may sleep On the castle keep, |
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But our travail outstays the sun! | |||
Yea, when the daylight is ended | |||
our day is only begun! | |||
Yea, when the daylight is ended, | |||
is ended our day is only begun! | |||
Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack, click, clack, | |||
The night and the day are one! |
JOAN. | SIMON. | ||||
Across the narrow street The crooked shadows meet, And the sound of falling feet |
Across the narrow street The crooked shadows meet, And the sound of falling feet |
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Echoes faintly and grows dumb; | Echoes faintly and grows dumb; | ||||
And the moonbeams | |||||
And the moonbeams | creep and crawl | ||||
creep and crawl | Down each gable | ||||
Down each gable | to the wall. | ||||
to the wall. | |||||
Ah, could night but end it all, | Ah, could night but end it all, | ||||
We would pray the night were come! | We would pray the night were come! | ||||
Click, clack, click, clack, | Click, clack, click, clack, | ||||
click, clack, click, clack. | click, clack, click, clack. |
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