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ACT III
No. 23: FINALE
 MIDI FILE [39KB, 4' 47"] |
 [4' 34"] |
Cannonade off.
| SOPRANOS. | TENORS & BASSES | ||||
| Hark! | |||||
| Hark! | |||||
| Hark! the cannon! | |||||
| Hark! the cannon! | |||||
| Where to hide us? | |||||
| Hark! again the trumpet's call! | Hark! again the trumpet's call! | ||||
| Friend | Friend afar and foe beside us, | ||||
| afar and foe beside us, | Death confronts us one and all! | ||||
| Friend afar and foe beside us, | Death confronts | ||||
| Death confronts us one and all! | us one and all! | ||||
Cannonade.
The door is broken open. Enter MANNERS, attended by OSWALD and
others.
Re-enter SIR GEORGE and LADY VERNON.
| MANNERS. | ||
| God save the King! These from his hand I bring! (Gives a warrant to SIR GEORGE.) |
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| Time there was, Sir Knight, thou spurned me from thy gate; For my revenge I had not long to wait. |
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| Thee, in King Charles's name, I re-instal The lord of Haddon and of Haddon's Hall. |
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| CHORUS. | God save the King! God save the King! |
| LADY VERNON. | But who art thou that bring |
| Tidings so glad? | |
| SIR GEORGE. | Thy name? |
| MANNERS. | John Manners. |
| SIR GEORGE. | Rutland's son? |
| MANNERS. | The same. |
| SIR GEORGE. | Thou hast done this for me? |
| MANNERS. | For one who bore thy name. |
MANNERS goes up and throws open the doors.
Enter DOROTHY, whom he leads down the steps to SIR GEORGE and
LADY VERNON.
| CHORUS. | |||
| Lo! our mistress! Haddon's pride! Home the bridegroom brings his bride! |
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| MANNERS. | |||
| Another gift, Sir Knight, I bring, With favours from our greater king |
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| Who rules beyond the grave. | |||
| To thee I now present my bride. A lover, I thy wrath defied; |
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| A son, thy grace I crave. | |||
| DOROTHY. (kneeling at SIR GEORGE's feet) | |||
| Oh, father, wilt thou not forgive me now? | |||
| SIR GEORGE. | |||
| Arise, beloved! Thou hast kept thy vow. | |||
| LADY VERNON. | |||
| And all things yield to such a love as thine. | |||
| DOROTHY. | |||
| Oh, praise me not; the merit is not mine. | |||
| Love breathed a message through the sphere! | |||
| I could not but obey; | |||
| To all who have the ears to hear | |||
| Love breathes it every day. | |||
| Now, in the babbling of the brook, | |||
| It murmurs to our souls; | |||
| Now, through the lightning's fiery fork | |||
| Reverberant it rolls. | |||
| It echoes through the solemn night, | |||
| It rings all nature through; | |||
| For ever, in the angels' sight | |||
| To thine own heart be true! | |||
| DOROTHY, LADY VERNON, MANNERS, and SIR GEORGE. |
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| Though storms uprise And cloud the skies, |
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| And thorns where roses grew, | |||
| Come sun, come snow, Come weal, come woe, |
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| To thine own heart be true! | |||
| ALL. | |||
| Though storms uprise And cloud the skies, |
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| And thorns where roses grew, | |||
| Come sun, come snow, Come weal, come woe, |
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| To thine own heart be true! | |||
CURTAIN
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