ACT III
No. 20: SCENE
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DORCAS. | |||
In frill and feather, spic and span, | |||
A gallant is asking for thee; | |||
I told him to go, But he wouldn't take "no" — |
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Oh, he is such a nice young man! | |||
NANCE, GERTRUDE, DEBORAH. | |||
We told him to go, But he wouldn't take "no"— |
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Oh, he is such a nice young man! | |||
RUPERT. | |||
Oh yes, I know that nice young man! | |||
He travels in coffee and tea; | |||
And if you're not in, Leaves behind him a tin |
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Or a packet of bad Bohea. | |||
CHORUS. | |||
Oh, we all of us know that nice young man | |||
Who travels in coffee and tea, | |||
And if you're not in, Leaves behind him a tin |
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Or packet of bad Bohea, Of bad Bohea, of bad Bohea. |
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DORCAS. | |||
Oh, sir, he's such a handsome youth! | |||
The nicest I ever did see! | |||
To tell thee the truth I have never seen youth, |
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Who was quite such a youth as he! | |||
(Exit DORCAS.) | |||
NANCE, GERTRUDE, DEBORAH. | |||
To tell thee the truth We have never seen youth, |
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Who was quite such a youth as he! | |||
RUPERT. | |||
Oh yes, I know this self-same youth! | |||
He dabbles a bit in the arts; | |||
He wants you to hire What you'll never require, |
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In a series of monthly parts. | |||
CHORUS. | |||
He's partial to hours both dark and late, | |||
He has a quick eye for the spoons, | |||
And long will he wait With his foot in the gate, |
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In the dusk of the afternoons. The afternoons, the afternoons. |
Flourish. Re-enter DORCAS with OSWALD in uniform.
He salutes and
gives a parchment to RUPERT.
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OSWALD. | |||
Good Gen'ral Monk,
with others therein nam'd, Hath entered London and the King proclaim'd. |
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And by his order I am here to claim This ancient manor, in King Charles's name! |
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Dost thou surrender? | |||
RUPERT. | |||
Nothing! I have said! | |||
OSWALD. | |||
So be it, sire; thy blood be on thy head! |
Salutes and exit.
RUPERT. | |
Summon my bodyguard! I fear me, friends, Some evil to my person this portends. |
Enter PURITANS, one by one, loafing, with their hands in their pockets.
RUPERT. | |||
Why this disorder? this rebellious mien? Where are your books? and why are ye so clean? |
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PURITANS. | |||
Bother our books! | |||
We all intend | |||
Our evil looks | |||
And ways to mend. | |||
We mean to do just what we like, So we have all come out on strike! |
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Eight hours we'll moan — | |||
Eight hours we'll sigh — | |||
Eight hours we'll groan — | |||
Eight hours we'll pry — | |||
SIMEON. | |||
But for sixteen we will be free! | |||
PURITANS. | |||
And so say I! | |||
CHORUS. | |||
And so say we! |
CHORUS fling down their books.
DORCAS. | |||
We have thought the matter out And we know what we're about, |
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And whatever thou mayst do or say, | |||
We intend to sing in chorus With the gallants who adore us, |
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And to merry-make the livelong day! | |||
CHORUS. | |||
Singing, Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |||
Tra, la, la, la, | |||
Sing, Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |||
Tra, la, la, Tra, la. Tra, la, la, Tra, la. |
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Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |||
Tra, Tra, la, la, la la. | |||
RUPERT. | |||
To a word of warning hark, Ere you recklessly embark |
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On an undertaking so inane | |||
As to dedicate to Cupid That particularly stupid |
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And peculiarly weak refrain. | |||
CHORUS. | |||
Known as Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |||
Tra, la, la, la, |
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Sing, Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |||
Tra, la, la, Tra, la. Tra, la, la, Tra, la. |
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Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |||
Tra, Tra, la, la, la la. | |||
PURITANS. | |||
From the point of view of wit, We are open to admit |
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It's a silly sort of thing to say; | |||
But when musically treated And sufficiently repeated, |
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It's effective in its simple way! | |||
CHORUS. | |||
So sing, Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |||
Tra, la, la, la, |
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Sing, Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |||
Tra, la, la, Tra, la. Tra, la, la, Tra, la. |
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Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, |
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Tra, Tra, la, la, la la. |
DANCE.
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