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ACT II - Scene 1
No. 12: INTRODUCTION & CHORUS OF PURITANS
DOROTHY VERNON's Door. RUPERT and the PURITANS are discovered, sheltering from the storm.
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PURITANS. | ||||
Hoarsely the wind is howling — | ||||
Bitterly bites the blast — | ||||
The midnight cat is prowling — | ||||
The rain is falling fast — | ||||
But what of that? | ||||
We'll back ourselves against the howling wind | ||||
And the nocturnal cat - | ||||
At two to one, bar none. | ||||
RUPERT. | ||||
And not a layer find | ||||
Even at that. | ||||
PURITANS. | ||||
Even at that. | ||||
RUPERT. | ||||
The rain falls fast, In icy blasts: |
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It's the sort of day when people say | ||||
It's much too bad to last. | ||||
PURITANS. | ||||
But it lasts! | ||||
RUPERT. | ||||
It lasts! | ||||
RUPERT and PURITANS. | ||||
It lasts! |
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