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MIDI File [3' 33", 24Kb] |
| CHORUS. | ||
| The bells are ringing o'er Mirlemont town, | ||
| Lord Philip rides forth on his way. | ||
| The bells are ringing o'er Mirlemont town, | ||
| Lord Philip rides forth on his way. | ||
From his saddle-bow hangs a rosebud crown, |
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| Of her who is fairest today, Of her who is fairest today. |
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| From his saddle-bow hangs a rosebud crown, And a silver cord that should girdle the gown |
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| Of her who is fairest today, today, Is fairest, fairest today. |
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Two trumpeters come from the town-hall, and, standing upon the steps, blow blasts
from their trumpets. The pikemen follow and force the crowd back until there is a
clear way between the town-hall and the inn. The aldermen reappear, accompanied
by a page who carries the wreath of flowers and the silver girdle. Then comes PHILIP;
he descends the steps, followed by SAIDA, GUNTRAN, the DEVIL, and by some knights
and dames of his retinue. PHILIP, though not in his first youth, is young and handsome,
but is moody, restless, and impatient. SAIDA is a dark, sinuous, woman with flashing
eyes. Her beauty, still sumptuous and alluring, is touched by time. PHILIP drops
languidly into the throne-chair. SAIDA sits at his elbow upon a lower seat, slightly
behind him. The DEVIL stands near her. The trumpeters blow two more blasts.
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