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No. 7: DUET (Jacqueline and the Devil)

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Emmie Owen as Jacqueline

JACQUELINE.
	My name is crazy Jacqueline,
		I rule a rout that love not labour,
			Morn till e'en I dance and sing,
	And though I neither toil nor spin,
			Yet, should I lack some simple thing,
		I sally forth and rob my neighbour!

	My castle is a musty stall
		In old Dame Clovis' empty stable;
			There on the straw my court I keep
	With a whiskered rat for seneschal,
			And a troop of mice to guard my sleep Till lazy sunbeams 'gin to peep
		With a rosy face o'er the topmost gable.

	Then men may call me Ne'er-do-Weel, And Rag-a-Bag, or Pick-and-Steal -
			So let them cry, I care not, I! Let them cry, I care not, I!
		For I can dance from morn till e'en, And in my kingdom I am Queen! I am Queen!

DEVIL.
	Then, marry, come here and dance with me,
		Thy humour it liketh me well;
	There is room for a rogue like thee
		In the land where I chance to dwell!
(aside.)		For this is a truth I tell,
	Yet marvel how it should be —
		There be few that can dance and sing In that kingdom where I am King!

JACQUELINE.	DEVIL.
Then men may call me ne'er do weel,	Then marry come here and dance with me
And Rag a bag or Pick and steal,	They humour it likelth me well
so let them cry! I care	There is rooom for a rogue like thee,
not I! Let them cry! I care not I	in a land where I chance ot dwell
	There
For I can dance from morn till e'en	be few that can dance, there be few that can dance
And in my kingdom I	There be few that can dance and sing
am Queen I	in that kingdom where I
am Queen.	where I am king!

JACQUELINE.
	But idle folk have work to do!
		Pure mischief takes a world of brewing;
			Simple fools know naught of this,
	Yet true it is, and pity too,
			Things will not always go amiss
		If no one sees to man's undoing!

	And so o' nights, when all is still,
		I wander forth and weave a tangle;
			I milk the cows and leave them dry,
	Then draw the sluices from the mill,
			And when I've set things all awry I laugh to hear the watchman's cry,
		As the city bells go jingle-jangle!

	Then men may call me Ne'er-do-Weel, And Rag-a-Bag, or Pick-and-Steal
			I care not, I! Whate'er they cry, Care not, I! Whate'er they cry,
		For I can dance from morn till e'en, And in my kingdom I am Queen! I am Queen!

Walter Passmore as the Devil

DEVIL.
	Then, marry, come here and dance with me,
		For never a maid or man
	Was fit to be fellow with thee
		Since ever the world began!
(aside.)		Yet rede this riddle who can,
	And the answer I fain would see —
		How long would she dance and sing In that kingdom where I am King?

JACQUELINE.	DEVIL.
Then men may call me ne'er do weel,	Then marry come here and dance with me
And Rag a bag or Pick and steal,	Thy humour it likelth me well
so let them cry! I care	There is rooom for a rogue like thee,
not I! Let them cry! I care not I	in a land where I chance ot dwell
There
For I can dance from morn till e'en	be few that can dance, there be few that can dance
And in my kingdom I	There be few that can dance and sing
am Queen, I	in that kingdom where I
am Queen.	where I am King!
For I can dance from morn till e'en	How long will she dance and sing
In my kingdom where Queen am I.	In my kingdom where King am I.

DANCE.

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