Cornell University Library ML 50.S94R9 1887 An entirely original supernatural opera 3 1924 022 300 879 %n dEntirtli) #riginal Supernatural %era, IN TWO ACTS, ENTITLED RUDDYGOKE; OR, THE WITCH'S CURSE! WRITTEN BY W. S. GILBERT, COMPOSED BY ARTHUR SULLIVAN, JOINT AUTHORS OF 'Thespis; or, The Gods Grown Old;" "Trial by Jury ;" "The Sorcerer;" "H. M. S. Pinafore : or, The Last that Loved a Sailor ;" »• The Pirates of Penzance ; or, The Slave of Duly ;" "Patience; or, Hunthorne's Bride:" "Iolanthe; or, The Peer and the Peri ;*' "Princess Ida ; or. Castle Ada- mant, and " The Mikado ; or. The Town of Titipu." NEW YORK: WM: A. POND & CO., 25 Union Square. CHAPPEL & CO., I CHICAGO MUSIC CO., 50 New Bond Street, W., 148 & 150 Wabash Avenue, LONDON. CHICAGO, ILL. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the Office of tbe Librarian of Congress, at Wash- ington, in the year 1887, by Wm. a. Pohd & Co. Entered at Stationers Hall. All rights re- served. THE ROYAL OPERATIC ALBUM. EDITED BY JOSIAH PITTMAN. , The roost comprehensive collection of Dramatic Music ever published, containing 186 cxle. jrated Songs from renowned. Operas, including some hitherto unknown in England or America. . All the' Songs have Italian anil English words, and are published in the original keys.with- out abbreviation or alteration. 1 THE TRIM A DONNA'S ALBUM. 41 Songa for Soprano. THE CONTRALTO ALBUM. 50 Sougs for Mezzo-Soprano or Coutralto, 3 THE TENOR ALBUM. SO Songs for Tenor. , THE BARITONE ALBUM. * 45 Songs for Baritone. Price, Two Dollars each, Paper Covers; Three Dollars, Cloth, Gilt Edges. The Album* contain extrarti front the following Ojjei Abu Hassan Figlia(La) Orfeo AoUronica Flauto Magtca (ID -Otello Anna Bolena FreischuU(Der) Farisiana Astarto . Furioso (H) Pirata (ill Attilla Oazza Ladra(La) PrigipiK' d'Edimbnrgo(Le) Barbiere (11) Gemma di Vergy ProfetadD Ballo (Unj Gianni da Calais Pun tan i (I) ■ Beatrice di Tenda . Gianni di Parigi, Regina di Golconda Betlv Giulietta e Borneo Keggcnte (II) ' Bravo (Tl) 1 Giuramento (ID Riualdo Capuleti ed i Montecchi (I) Guido e Genevera -Rigoletto ' Cenerentola(La) L'Assedio di Calais Roberto Devereux Contessadi Fertzen (La> LTtalianain Algeri Roberto il Diavole Corrado d'Altamura Liudi di Chamounix -Roberto Bruce Cosi fan Tiitte Lombardi (I) HafTo Orociato in Egitto (I!) Luisa Miller Semiramide Dame Blanche (La) Lucrezia Borgia Simon JJoccanesira Dinprah Lucia di Lammerraoor Sonuumbula (La> Don Giovanni Maria Padilla SUfTelio , Donna Oaritea Maria di Rohan Tancredi Donna del Lago (La) Marino Kaiiero Tannahauser Don Fasquale Marta Templario(Il) Don Sebastiano. Masaniello .TorquatoTasso Due Foscari (I> Maometto Trav^ta (La) Duelllustri Rivali (Le) Nabucodonosor Trovatore(Il) Elisir d'Amore (La) Niobe „ Us?o, Cotitldi Parigi Ernani Nitocri Ugonotti (Gli) Vepres>Sicilieflnes Pau9t'(Gounod) Norma Favorita (La) Normannia Parigi (I.) Oberto Gonte di S: Bonifacio Vest ile (La) Figaro Zelmira %\i dEntirelg Original Supernatural <%ra, < If/ TWO ACTS, 2 ENTITLED is! to r» 5 EUDDYG-OBE ; OR, THE WITCH'S CURSE 1 WRITTEN BY W. S. GILBERT, COMPOSED BY ARTHUR SULLIVAN, JOINT AUTHORS OF "Thespis; or. The Gods Grown Old;" " Trial by Jury;" " The Sorcerer;" "H. M. S. Pinafore; or, The Lass that Loved a Sailor;" "The Pirates of Penzance ; or. The Slave of Duty ; " " Patience ; or, Bunthorngs Bride ; " " Iolanthe ; or, The Peer and the Peri;" " Princess Ida ; or, Castle Adamant," and " The Mikado ; or, The Town of Titipu." New fork : "WM. A. POND & CO., 25 Union Square. CHAPPEL & CO., 1 50 New Bond Stbbkt., W., p s LONDON. A 1 CHICAGO MUSIC CO., 148 & ISO Wabash Avenue, CHICAGO, ILL. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the Office of the Librarian of Congreas, at Washington, In the year 1887, by/Wv. A: Pond & Co. Entered at Stationers Hall. All rights reserved. FIRST PRODUCED AT THE SAVOY THEATRE, LONDON, BY Mb. R. D'OYLY CARTE, ON SATURDAY, 2*D JANUARY, 1887, AND AT THE FIFTH AVENUE THEATRE, NEW YORK 21ST FEBRUARY, 1887, UNDER THE MANAGEMENT OF Mb. R. D'OYI.Y CARTE. MORTALS. Robin Oakapple (A Young Farmer) Mr. George Thorne. Richard Dauntless (HisFosler-Brother- 1 M Co0ETICE PoDNDS . A Man-o -war s-man) ) Sm Despard Murgatroyd (Of Buddy- ) Mr Frbd Billin&ton . gore — A Wicked Baronet) \ Old Adam Good.heart (Robiris Faithful ) Mf Leq Kloss Servant)^ ) Rose Maybud (A. Village Maiden) Miss Geraldine Ulmar. Mad Margaret Miss Kate Forster. Dame Hannah (Rose's Aunt) Miss Elsie Cameron. ZORAH / ,r. j- ' • i r> -j -j\ \ Miss Aida Jenoure. i (Professional Bridesmaids) \ Ruth ) ) .. ..Miss Ethel Murray. GHOSTS. Sir Rupert Murgatroyd [The First Baronet) Mr. Winterbottom Sir JASrER Murgatroyd (The Third Baronet) Mr. Poole. Sir Lionel Murgatroyd (The Sixth Baronet).... Mr. Roche. Sir Conrad Murgatroyd (The Twelfth Baronet) Mr. James. Sir Desmond Murgatroyd (The Sixteenth Baronet) Mr. Jeffery, Sir Gilbert Murgatroyd (The Eighteenth Baronet) Mr. Brand. Sir Mervyn Murgatroyd (The Twentieth Baronet) Mr. Huntley. and Sir Roderio Murgatroyd (The Twenty-first Barontt)Mr. F. Federici. Chorus of Officers, Ancestors, and Professional Bridesmaids. Act. I. — The Fishing Village of Rederring, in Cornwall. Act. II.— Picture Gallery in Ruddygore Castlo. Time. — Early in the Present Century. The Chickering Piano is' used by the D'Oyly Carte Opera Company. RTJDDYGORE; OK, THE WITCH'S CUESB. ACT I. Scfnk. — The fishing village of Referring (in Cornwall). Rose Mat- bud's cottage is seen L. Enter Chorus of Bridesmaids. They range themselves in front of Rose's cottage. CHORUS OF BRIDESMAIDS. Fair is Rose as the bright May-day; Soft is Rose as the warm west wind ; Sweet is Rose as the new-mown hay — Rose is the queen of maiden-kind I Rose, all glowing With virgin blushes, say — Is anybody going To marry you to-day ? SOLO.— Zorah. Every day, as the days roll on, Bridesmaid's garb we gaily don, Sure that a maid so fairly famed Won't very long remain unclaimed. Hour by hour and day by day Several months have passed away, . And though she's the fairest flower that blows, Nobody yet has married Rose 1 CHORUS. Rose, all glowing With virgin blushes, say— j Is anybody going To marry .you to-day 1 • Enter Old Hannah, from cottage. Hannah. Nay, gentle maidens, you sing well but vainly, for .Rose is still heart free, and looks but coldly upon her many suitors. Zorah. It's very disappointing. Every young man in the village is in love with her, but they are appalled by her beauty and modesty, and won't declare themselves; so, until she makes her own choice, there's no chance for anybody else. Ruth. This is, perhaps, the only village in the world that possesses an endowed corps of professional bridesmaids who are bound to be on duty every day from ten to four — and it is at least six months since our services were required. The pious charity by which we exist is practically wasted I Zor. We shall be disendowed — that will be the end of it I Dame Hannah — you're a nice old person — you could marry if you liked. There's old Adam — Robin's faithful servant — he loves you with all the frenzy of a boy of fourteen. Han. Nay — that may never be, for I am pledged 1 All. To whom ? Han. To an eternal maidenhood I Many years ago I was betrothed , to a god-like youth who woo'd me under an assumed name. But on the very day upon which our wedding was to have been celebrated, I discovered that he was no other than Sir Roderic Murgatroyd, one of the bad Baronets of Ruddygore, and the uncle of the man who now bears that title. As a son of that accursed race he was no husband for an honest girl, so, madly as I loved him, I left him then and there. He died but ten years since, but I never saw him again. Zor. But why should you not marry a bad Baronet of Ruddygore? Ruth. All baronets are bad; butiwashe worse than other baronets? Han. My child, he was accursed I Zor. But who cursed him? Not you, T trust I Han. The curse is on all his line and has been, ever since the time of Sir Rupert, the first Baronet. Listen, and you shall hear the LEGEND.— Hannah. ' Sir Rupert Murgatroyd His leisure and his riches He ruthlessly employed In persecuting witches. With fear he'd make them quake — He'd duck them in his lake — He'd break their bones With sticks and stones, And burn them at the stake I Chorus. This sport he much enjoyed, Did Rupert Murgatroyd — No sense of shame Or pity came To Rupert Murgatroyd I Once on the village green, A palsied hag he roasted, And what took place, I ween, Shook his composure boasted, For, as the torture grim Seized on each withered limb, The writhing dame 'Mid fire and flame Yelled forth this curse on him :— "Each lord of Ruddygore, Despite his best endeavor, Shall do one crime, or more, Once, every day, for ever I This doom he can't defy However he may try, For should he stay, His hand that day In torture he shall die 1" The prophecy came true ; Bach heir who held the title Had, every day, to do Some crime of import vital; Until, with guilt o'erplied, " I'll sin no morel" he cried, And on the day He said that say, In agony he died 1 Chorus. And thus with sinning cloyed, Has died each Murgatroyd, And so shall fall, Both one and all, Each coming Murgatroyd I [Exeunt Chorus of Bridesmaids. Enter Rose Maybud from cottage, with small basket on her arm. Han. Whither away, dear Rose? On some errand of charity, as is thy wont? Rose. A few gifts, dear aunt, for deserving villagers. Lo, here is some peppermint rock for old gaffer Gadderby, a set of false teeth for pretty little Ruth Rowbottom, and a pound of snuff for the poor orplian girl on1;he hill. 6 Han. Ah, Rose, pity that so much goodness should not help to make some gallant youth happy for lifel Rose, why dost thou harden that little heart of thine ? Is there none hereaway whom thou oould'st love t Rose. And if there were such an one, verily it would ill become me to tell him so. Han. Nay, dear one, where true love is, there is little need of prim formality. Rose. Hush, dear aunt, for thy words pain me sorely. Hung in a plated dish-cover to the knocker of the workhouse door, with nought that I could call mine own, save a change of baby linen and a book of etiquette, little wonder if I have always regarded that work as a voice from a parent's tomb. This hallowed volume {producing a booh of etiquette), composed, if I may believe the title-page, by no less an authority than the wife of a' Lord Mayor, has been, through life, my guide and monitor. By its solemn precepts I have learnt to test the moral worth of all who approach me. The man who bites his bread, or eats pea's with a knife, I look upon as a lost creature, and he who has not acquired the proper way of entering and leaving a room, is the object of my pitying horror. There are those in this village who bite their nails, dear aunt, and nearly all are wont to use their pocket combs in public places. In truth I could pursue this painful theme much further, but behold, I have said enough. Han. But is there not one among them who is faultless, in thine eyes ? For example — young Robin. He combines the manners of a Marquis with the morals of a Methodist. Could'st thou not love him t Rose. And even if I could, how should I confess it unto him ? For lo, he is shy, and sayeth naught I . BALLAD.— Rose. If sombody there chanced to be Who loved me in a manner true, My heart would point him out to me, And I would point him out to you. {Referring to book.) But here it says of those who point, Their manners must be out of joint — You may not point — You must not point — It's manners out of jcirit, to point 1 Had I the love of such as he, Some quiet spot he'd take me to, Then he could whisper it to me, And I could whisper it to you. (Referring to look.) But whispering, I've somewhere mat, Is contrary to etiquette : ~- Where can it be 1 (Searching book.) Now let me see — (Finding reference.) Tes, Yes 1 It's contrary to etiquette! (Showing it to Hannah.) If any well-bred youth I knew, Polite and gentle, neat and trim. Then I would hint as much to you, . And you could hint as much to him. (Referring to book.) But here it says, in plainest print, " It's most unladylike to hint "— Tou may not hint, You must not hint — It says you mustn't hint, in print I And if I loved him through and through— (True love and not a passing whim), * Then I could speak of it to you, And you could speak of it to him. But here I find it doesn't do To speak until you're spoken to. (Referring to look.) Where can it be ? (Searching look.) Now let me see — (Finding referenced) " Don't speak until you're spoken to I " [Exit Hannah. Hose. Poor Aunt I Little did the good soul think, when she breathed the hallowed name of Robin, that he would do even as well as another. But he resembleth all the youths in this village, in that he is unduly bashful in my presence, and lo, it is hard to bring him to the point. But soft, he is here I (Rose is about to go when Robin enters and calls her.) Robin. Mistress Rose t Rosa (Surprised.) Master Robin I Rob. I wished to say that — it is fine. Rose. It is' passing fine. Rob. But we do want rain. Rosa Aye, sorely ! Is that all ? Rob. (Sighing.) That is all. Rose. Good day, Master Robin I Rob. Good day, Mistress Rose I (Both going — IpOi-stop.) Rose. ) I crave pardon, I — Rob. ) I beg pardon, I — Rose. You were about to say? — Rob. I would fain consult you — Rose. Truly ? Rob. It is about a friend. Rose. In truth I have a friend myself. Rob. Indeed 1 I mean, of course — Rose. And I would fain consult you — Rob. (Anxiously.) About him ? Rose. (Prudishly.) About her. Rob. (Believed.) Let us consult one another. DUET.— Robin and Rose. Rob. I know a youth who loves a little maid — (Hey, but his face is a sight for to see !) Silent is he, for he's modest and afraid — (Hey, but he's timid as a youth can be !) Rose. I know a maid who loves a gallant youth, (Hey, but she sickens as the days go by I) She cannot tell him all the sad, sad truth — (Hey, but I think that little maid will die I) Rob. Poor little man ! Rose. Poor little maid I Rob. Poor little man I Rose. Poor little maid I Both. Now tell me pray, and tell me true, What in the world should the j ^° a "af n man I do Rob. He cannot eat and he cannot sleep — (Hey, but his face is a sight for to see !) Daily he goes for to wail — for to weep (Hey, but he's wretched as a youth can be I) Rose She's very thin and she's very pale — (Hey, but she sickens as the days go by I) Daily she goes for to weep — for to wail — (Hey, but I think that little maid will die 1) Rob. Poor little maid 1 Rose. Poor little man ! Rob. Poor little maid ! Rose. Poor little man I Both. Now tell me pray, and tell me true, What in the world should the] 2f a man I do? Rose. If I were the youth I should offerher my name — (Hey, but her face is a sight for to see !) 9 Rob. If I were the maid I should feed his honest flame — (Hey, but he's bashful as a youth can be !) Rose. If I were the youth I should speak to her to-day— (Hey, but she sickens as the days go by I) Rob. - If I were the maid I should meet the lad half way — (For I really do believe that timid youth will die!) Rose. Poor little man 1 Rob. Poor little maid I Rose. Poor little man 1 Rob. Poor little maid I ( miss ) Both. I thank ybu, -J . ' [• for your counsel true; I'll tell that | y^* [ what j h ° e | ought to do! [ExifRosE. Rob. Poor child I I sometimes think that if she wasn't quite so particular I might venture — but no, no— -even then I should be un- worthy of her. (Re sits desponding. -Elder Old Adam.) Adah. My kind master is sad ! Dear Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd — Rob. Hushl As you love me breathe not that hated name. Twenty years ago, in horror at the prospect of inheriting that hideous title and with it the ban that compels all who suceed to the baronetcy to commit at least one deadly crime per day, for life, I fled my home and concealed myself in this innocent village under the name of Robin Oakapple. My younger brother, Deapard, believing me to be dead, succeeded to the title and its attendant curse, J?or twenty years I h#va been dead and buried. Don't dig me up now. Adam. Dear master, it shall be as you wish, for have I not sworn to obey you for ever in all things ? Yet, as we are here alone, and as I belong to that particular description of good old man to whom the truth is a refreshing novelty, let me call you by^your own right title once morel (Robin assents.) Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd ! Baronet ! Of Ruddygore I Whew I It's like eight hours at the seaside ! - Rob. My poor old friend I Would there were more like you I Adam. Would there were indeed ! But I bring you good tidings. Tour foster brother, Richard, has returned from sea. His ship the Tom-Tit rides yonder at anchor, and he, himself, is even now in this very village! 10 Rob. My beloved foster brother 1 No.no; it cannot bo I Adam. It is even so — and see, he comos this way ! Enter Chorus of Bridesmaids. CHORUS. From the briny sea Comes young Richard, all victorious! Valorous is he — His achievements all are glorious! Let the welkin ring With the news we bring, Sing it, shout it — Tell about it, Safe and sound returneth he, , All victorious from the sea ! ■Eater Richard. The girls welcome him as he greets old acquaintances. BALLAD. — Richard. [ shipped, d'ye see, in a Revenue sloop, And, off Cape Finisterre, A merchantman we see, A Frenchman going free, So we made for the bold Mounseer. D'ye see ? We made for the bold Mounseer. But she proved to be a Frigate — and she up with her ports, And fires with a thirty-two I It come uncommon near, But we answered with a cheer, Which paralyzed the Parley-voo, D'ye see? Which paralyzed the Parley-voo 1 Then our Captain he up, and he says, says he, " That chap we need not fear ; We can take her, if we like, She is sartin for- to strike, For she's only a darned Mounseer, D'ye see ? She's only a darned Mounseer I Bui to fight a French fal-lal— it's like hittin' of a gal — It's a luberly thing for to do ; For we with all our faults, Why we're sturdy British salts, While she's only a Parley-voo, D'ye see ? A. miserable Parley-voo?" 11 So wo up with our helm, and we scuds before the-breeze As we gives a compassionating cheer; Froggee answers with a shout As he sees us go about, Which was grateful of the poor Mounseer, D'ye see? Which was grateful of the poor Mounseer! And I'll wager in their joy they kissed each other's cheek (Which is what them furriners do), And they blessed their lucky stars We were hardy British tars Who had pity on a poor Parley-voo, D'ye see? Who had pity on a poor Parley- voor 1 [Exeunt Chorus, as Robih eomts forward. Rob. Richard! Eioh. Robin I Eob. My beloved foster-brother, and very dearest friend, welcome home again after ten long years at seal It is such deeds as you havo just described that cause our flag to be loved and dreaded through ou the civilized world ! Rich. Why, Lord love ye, Rob., that's but a trifle to what we have done in the way of sparing life ! I believe I may say, without exag- geration, that the marciful little Tom-Tit has spared more French frigates than any craft afloat ! But 'taint for a British seaman to brag so I'll just stow my jawin' tackle and belay. (Robin sighs.) But 'vast heavin', messmate, what's brought you all a-cockbill? Rob. Alas, Dick, I love Rose Maybud, and love in vain ! Rich. You love in vain? Come, that's too good! Why you're a fine strapping muscular young fellow-Mall and strong as a to'-gall'n- m'st — taut as a fore-stay — aye and a barrowknight to boot, if all had their rights! Rob. Hush, Richard — not a word about my true rank, which none here suspect. Yes, I know well enough that few men are better cal- culated to win a woman's heart than I. I'm a fine fellow, Dick, and worthy any woman's love — happy the girl who gets me say I. But I'm timid, Dick; shy — nervous — modest — retiring — diffident— and I cannot tell her, Dick, I cannot tell her I Ah, you've no idea what » poor opinion i have of myself, and how little I deserve it Rich. Robin, do you call to mind how,_years ago, we swore that, come what might, we would always act upon our hearts' dictates? Rob. Aye, Dick, and I've always kept that oath. In doubt, diffi- culty and danger, I've always asked my heart what I should do, and it has never failed me. 12 Rich. Right ! Let your heart be your compass, with a clear con- science for your binnacle light, and you'll sail ten knots on a bowiine, clear of shoals, rocks and quicksands I Well now, what does my heart say in this here difficult situation ? Why it says " Dick," it says — (it calls me " Dick " acos' its known me from a babby) — " Dick," it says, "you ain't shy — you ain't modest — speak you up for him as is!" Robin, my lad, just you lay me alongside, and when she's becalmed under my lee, I'll spin her a yarn that shall sarve to fish you two together for life I Rob. Will you do this thing for me? Can you, do , you think 1 Yes ^feeling his pulse). , There's no false modesty about you. Your — what I would call bumptious self-assertiveness (I mean the expression in its complimentary sense), has already made you a bos'n's mate, and ' it will make an admiral of you in time, if you work it properly, you dear, incompetent old imposterl My dear fellow, I'd give my right arm for one-tenth of your modest assurance I SONG.— Robin. My boy, you may take it from me, That Of all the afflictions accurst With which a man's saddled And hampered and addled, A diffident nature's the worst. Though clever as clever can be — A Crichton of early romance — You must stir it and stump it, And blow your own trumpet, Or, trust me, you haven't a chance, If you wish in the world to advance, Your merits you're bound to enhance, You must stir it and stump it, And blow your own trumpet, Or, trust me, you haven't a chancel Now take, for example, my case : I've a bright intellectual brain — In all London city There's no one so witty — I've thought so ae;ain and again. I've a highly intelligent face — My features cannot be denied — But, whatever I try, sir, I fail in — and why, sir ? I'm modesty personified 1 If you wish in the world to advance, &o. " 13 As a poet, I'm tender and quaint — I've passion and fervor and grace— From Ovid and Horace To Swinburne and Morris, They all of them take a back place. Then I sing and I play and I paint : Though none are accomplished as I, To say so were treason : You ask me the reason ? I'm diffident, modest and shy I If you wish in the world to advance, etc. ' [Exit Robin. ' Riob. (Looking after him). Ah, it's a thousand pities he's such a poor opinion of himself, for a finer fellow don't walk ! Well, I'll do my best for him. "Plead for him as though it was for your own father " — that's what my heart's a remarkin' to me just now. But here she comes 1 Steady I Steady it is I (Enter Rose — he is much struck by her). By the Port Admiral but she's a tight little craft I Come, come, she's not for you, Dick, and yet — she's fit to marry Lord Nelson I By the Flag of Old England, I can't look at her unmoved. Rose. Sir, you are agitated — Rich. Aye,'aye, my lass, well said I I am agitated, true enough I — took flat aback my girl, but 'tis naught — 'twill pass. (Asidt). This here heart of mine's a dictatiu' to me like anythink. Question is, have I a jight to disregard its promptings ? Rose. Can I do ought to relieve thine anguish, for it seemeth to me that thou art in sore' trouble ? This apple — (offering a damaged apple): Rich. (Looking at it and returning it). No, my lass, 'taint that : I'm — I'm took flat aback — I never see anything like you in all my born days. Parbuckle me, if you ain't the loveliest gal I've ever set eyes on. There — I can't say fairer than that, can I ? Rose. No. (Aside.) The question is, is it meet that an utter stranger should thtis express himself ? (Refers to book). Yes — " Al- ways speak the truth." Rich. I'd no thoughts of sayin' this here to you on my own account, for, truth to tell, I was chartered by another ; but when I see you my heart it up and it says, says it, " This is the very lass for you Dick" — "speak up to her, Dick," it says — (it calls me Dick acos' we was at school together) — "tell her all, Dick," it says, "never sail under false colors — it's mean ! " That's what my heart tells me to say, and in my rough, common-sailor fashion, I've said it, and I'm a-waiting for your reply. I'm a tremblin - miss. Lookye here — (holding out his hand). That's narvousnessl 14 Rose. (Aside.) Now, how should a maiden deal with such an one ? (Consults book.) " Keep no one in unnecessary suspense." (Aloud.) Behold, I will not keep you in unnecessary suspense. (Refers to book) "In accepting an offer of marriage, do so with apparent hesitation." (Aloud.) I take you, but with a certain show of reluctance. (Refers to book.) " Avoid any appearance of eagerness." (Aloud.) Though you will bear in mind that I am far from anxious to do so. (Refers to boolt.) " A little show of emotion will not be misplaced ! " (Aloud.) Pardon this tear I ( Wipes her eye.) Rich. Rose, you've made me the happiest blue-jacket in England I I wouldn't change places with the Admiral of the Fleet, no matter who he's a huggin' of at this present momentl But, axin' your pardon, miss, (wiping his lips with his hand), might I be permitted to salute the flag I'm a-goin' to sail under ? Rose. (Referring to book.) " An engaged young lady should not per- mit too many familiarities." (Ahud.) Once ! (Richardjcisses her.) DUET. — Richard and Rose. Rich. The battle's roar is over, my love ! , Embrace thy tender lover, my love ! From tempests' welter, From war's alarms, give me shelter Within those arms I Thy smile alluring, All heart-ache curing, Gives peace enduring, my love I Rose. If heart both true and tender, my love ! A life-love can engender, O my love ! A truce to sighing And tears of brine, For joy undyimg Shall aye be mine, And thou and I, love, Shall live and die, love, "Without a sigh, love — My own, my love 1 15 Enter Robin, with Chorus of Budesmaids. CHORUS. If well his suit has sped, Oh, may they soon be wed ! Oh, tell us, tell us, pray, What doth the maiden say? In singing are we justified, "Hail the Bridegroom— hail the Bride "? Rob. Well — what news ? Have you spoken to her ? • Rich. Aye, my lad, I have — so to speak — spoke her. Rob. And she refuses ? Rich. Why no, I ean't truly say she do. Rob. ' Then she accepts I My darling ! (Embraces her.) BRIDESMAIDS. Hail the Bridegroom — hail the Bride I Let the nuptial knot be tied : In fair phrases Hymn their praises, Hail the Bridegroom — hail the Bride I Rose. (Aside, referring ta her book). Now, what should a maiden do when she is embraced by the wrong gentleman ? Rich. Belay, my lad, belay. You don't understand. Robe. Oh, sir, belay, I beseech you ! Rich. You see, it's like this : she accepts — but it's me! Rob. You. [Richard embraces Rose. BRIDESMAIDS. Hail the Bridegroom — hail the Bridel When the nuptial knot is tied — Rob. (Interrupting angrily.) Hold your tongues, will you 1 Now', then what does this mean ? Rich. My poor lad, my heart grieves for thee, but it's like this : the moment I see her, and just as I was a-goin' to mention your name, my heart it up and it says, says it — " Dick, you've fell in love with her yourself," it says; "Be honest and sailor-like — don't skulk under false colors — speak up," it says, " take her, you dog, and with her my blessin'l" Bridesmaids. "Hail the Bridegroom — hail the Bride ! " Rob. Will you be quiet ! Go a way 1 (Chorus make faces at him and exeunt.) Vulgar girls! Ricn. What could I do ? I'm bound to obey my heart's dictates. 10 Rob. . Of course — no doubt. It's quite right — I don't mind — that is; not particularly — only it's — it is disappointing, you know. Rose. (To Robin.) Oh, but, sir, I knew not that thou did'st seek me in wedlock, or in very truth I should not have hearkened unto this man, for behold, he is but a lowly mariner, and very poor withal, . whereas thou art a tiller of the land, and thou hast fat oxen, and many sheep and swine, a considerable dairy farm and much corn and oil I Rich. That's true, my lass; but its done now, ain't it Rob? Rose. Still it may be that I should not be happy in thy love. I am passing young and little able to judge. Moreover, as to thy char- acter I know naught!. Rob. Nay, Rose, I'll answer for that. Dick has won thy love fairly. Broken-hearted as I am, I'll stand up for Dick through thick and thin 1 Dick. ( With emotion.) Thankye, messmate ! that's well said. That's spoken honest. Thankye, Rob ! ( Grasps his hand.) Rose. Yet methinks I have heard that sailors are but worldly men, and little prone to lead serious and thoughtful lives! Rob. And what then ? Admit that Dick is not a steady character, and that when -he's excited he uses language that would make your hair curl — Grant that — he does. Its the truth, and I'm not going to deny it. But look at his good qualities. He's as nimble as a pony, and his hornpipe is the talk of the fleet! Rich. Thankye Rob! That's well spoken. Thankye Rob! Rose. But it may be that he drinketh -strong waters which do be- muse a man, and make him even as the wild beasts of the desert! Rob. Well, suppose he does, and I don't say he don't, for rum's his bane, and ever has been. He does drink — I won't deny it. But what of that? Look at his arms — tattooed to the shoulder! (Dick rolls up his sleeves.) No, no — I won't hear a word against Dick I Rose. But ihey say that mariners are bui rarely true to those whom they profess to love I Rob. Granted — granted — 'and I don't say that Dick isn't as bad as any of 'em. (Dick chuckles.) / You are, you know you are, you dog ! a devil of a fellow — a regular out-and-out Lothario 1 But what then? You can't have everything, and a better hand at turning in a dead-eye don't walk a deck 1 And what an accomplishment that is in a family manl No, no— not a word against Dick. I'll stick up for him through thick and thin I Rich. Thankye, Rob, thankye. You're a tjue friend. I've acted accordin' to my heart's dictates, and such orders as them no man should disobey. 17 ENSEMBLE.— Richard, Robin, Rose. In sailing o'er life's ocean wide Tour heart should be your only guide ; With summer sea and favoring wind Yourself in port you'll surely find. • SOLO.— Richard. My heart says, " To this maiden strike- She's captured you. She's just the sort of girl you like — Tou know you do. If other man her heart should gain, I shall resign." That's what it says to me quite plain, This heart of mine. SOLO.— Robin. My heart says, " You've a prosperous lot, With acres wide ; You mean to settle all you've got Upon your bride. It don't pretend to shape my acts By word or sign ; It merely states these simple facts, This heart of mine I SOLO.— Rose. Ten minutes since my heart said " white " — It now says " black." » It then said " left " — it now says " right " — Hearts often tack. I must obey its, latest strain — You tell me so. (To Richard.) But should it change its mind again, I'll let you know; (Turning from Richard to Robin, who embraces her.) ENSEMBLE. In sailing o'er life's ocean wide No doubt the heart should be your guide, But it is awkward when you find A heart that does not know its mind 1 [Exeunt Robin with -Rose l. and Richard, weeping, r. 18 Enter Mad Margaret. She is wildly dressed in picturesque tatters, and is an obvious caricature of theatrical madness.) SOENA. — Margaret. Cheerily carols the lark Over the cot, Merrily whistles the clerk Scratching a blot. But the lark And the clerk, I remark, Comfort me not I Over the ripening peach Buzzes the bee. Splash on the billowy beach Tumbles the sea. But the peach And the beach They, are each Nothing to me I And why ? Who am I ? Daft Madge ! Crazy Meg I Mad Margaret 1 Poor Peg 1 Eel hel he! he I he! (chuckling.) , Mad I? Tea, very I But why ? Mystery 1 Don't call! Whishtl whisht I No crime — 'Tis only That I'm Love^lonely ! That's all I, Whisht! Whisht I BALLAD. To a garden full of posies Cometh one to gather flowers, And he wanders through its bowers Toying with the wauton roses, Who, uprising from their beds.,. Hold on high their shameless heads With their pretty lips a-pouting, Never doubting — never doubting .That for Oytherearrposies He would gather aught but roses 1 10 In a nest of weeds and nettles, Lay a violet, half hidden, Hoping that his glance unbidden Yet might fall upon her petals. Though she lived alone, apart, Hope lay nestling at her heart, But, alas, the cruel awaking Set her little heart a-breaking, For ho gathered for his posies Only roses — only roses ! (Bursts into tears.) Enter Rose. Rose. A maiden, and in tears ? Can I do aught to soften thy sor- row ? This apple — {offering apple). Mar. (Examines it and rejects it.) No I (mysteriously.) Tell me, are you mad ? Rose. I? Nol That is, I think not. Mar. That's well I Then you don't love Sir Despard Murgatroyd ? All mad girls love him. ilove him. I'm poor Mad Margaret — Crazy Meg — Poor Peg ! He ! he I he 1 he I (chuckling.) * Rose. Thou lovest the bad Baronet of Ruddygore ? Oh, horrible — too horrible 1 Mar. You pity me? Then be my mother I The squirrel had a mother, but she drank and the squirrel fled I Hush ! They sing a brare song in our parts; it runs somewhat thus : (Sings.) " The cat and the dog and the little puppee Sat down in a — down in a — in a " I forget what they sat down in, but so the song goes ! Listen — I've come to pinch her 1 Rose. Mercy, whom 1 Mar. You mean " who." Rose. Nay 1 it is the accusative after the verb. Mar. True. (Whispers melodramatically.) I have come to pinch Rose Maybud I Rose. (Aside, alarmed.) Rose Maybud ! Mar. Aye I I love him — he loved me once. But that's all gone. Fisht I He gave me an Italian glance— thus — (business) — and made me his. He will give her an Italian glance, and make her his. But it shall not be, for I'Jl stamp on her — stamp on her — stamp on her I Did you ever kill anybody 1 No 1 Why not ? Listen — I killed a fly this morning I" It buzzed, and I wouldn't have it ! So it died— pop ! So shall she i 20 Rose. But behold, I am Rose Maybud, and I would fain not die "pop." Mab. You are Rose Maybud I Rose. Yes, sweet Rose Maybud ! Mar, Strange I They told me she was beautiful I And he loves you I No, no! If I thought that, I would treat you as the auctioneer and land-agent treated the lady-bird— I would rend you asunder I Rose. Nay, be pacified, for behold I am pledged to another, and lo, we are to be wedded this very day 1 Mar. Swear mo that I Come to a Commissioner and let me have it on affidavit I / once made an affidavit — but it died — it died — it died 1 But see, they come — Sir Despard and his evil crew I Hide, hide — they are all mad — quite mad ! Rose. What makes you think that 1 Mar. Hush! They sing choruses in public. That's mad enough, I think! Go — hide away, or. they will seize you. Hush! Quite softly — quite, quite softly ! [Exeunt together, on, tiptoe, {Enter Chorus of Bucks and Blades heralded by Clwruses of Bridesmaids.) CHORUS OF BRIDESMAIDS, Welcome, gentry, For your entry Sets our tender hearts a- beating. Men of station, Admiration Prompts this unaffected greeting. Hearty greeting offer we ! Your exceeding Easy breeding — Just the thing our hearts to pillage- Cheers us, charms us, Quite disarms us. Welcome, welcome, to our village; To our village welcome be ! CHORUS OF BUCKS AND BLADES. When thoroughly tired Of being admired By ladies of gentle degree — degree, With flattery sated, - High-flown and inflated, Away from the city we flee — wo flee ! 21 From charms intramural To prettiness rural The sudden transition Is simply Elysian, So come, Amaryllis, Come, Chloe and Phyllis, Your slaves, for the moment, are we ! All. From charms intramural, etc. CHORUS OF BRIDESMAIDS. The sons of the tillage Who dwell in this village Are people of lowly degree — degree. Though houest and active, They're most unattractive And awkward as awkward can be — can be. They're clumsy clodhoppers, With axes and choppers, And shepherds and ploughmen And drovers and cowmen And hedgers and reapers And carters and keepers, But never a lover for me ! Aii. They're clumsy clodhoppers, etc. All. So welcome, gentry For {gentry Bets -J t ?"[ (■ tender hearts a-beating, eta Enter Sir Despard Mop.gatroyd. SONG AND CHORUS.— Sir Despard. SirD. Oh why am I moody and sad ? *Ch. Can't guess 1 SirD. And why am I guiltily mad ? Ch. Confess I SirD. Because I am thoroughly bad 1 Ch. Oh yes — SirD. You'll see it at once in my face. Oh why am I husky and hoarse ? Ch. Ah, why ? SirD. It's the workings of conscience, of course, Ch. Fie, fie. Sir D. And huskiness stands for remorse. 22 lb. Oh, my Sir D. At least it floes so in my case I Sir D. When in crime one is fully employed— Ch. Like you — Sib D. " Your expression gets warped and destroyed ; Ch. It do. Sib D. It's a penalty none can avoid ; Ch. How true I Sib D. I once was a nice looking youth ; But like stone from a strong catapult— Ch (Explaining to each other). A trice — Sir D. I rushed at my terrible cult — Ch. (Explaining to each other). That's vice- Observe the unpleasant result I Not nice. Indeed I am telling the truth I Oh innocent, happy though poor I That's we— If I had been virtuous, I'm sure — Like me — I should be as nice looking as you're 1 May be. You are very nice looking indeed I Oh innocents, listen in time — We doe. Avoid an existence of crime- Just so — Or youl'l be as ugly as I'm— Nol No! And now, if you please, we'll proceed. (All the girls express their horror of Sir Despard. As he approaches them they fly from him, terror, stricken, leaving him alone on the stage.) Sir D. Poor children, how they loathe me — me whose hands are certainly sleeped in infamy, but whose heart is as the heart of a little child I But what is a . poor baronet to do, when a whole picture gallery of ancestors step down from their frames and threaten him with an excruciating death if he hesitate to commit his daily crime? But, hal ha I I am even with them I (Mysteriously.) X get my crime over the first thing in the morning, and then, hal hal for the rest of the day I do good — I do good — I do good I (Mtlodramat'- SirD. Ch. SirD. SirD, Ch. SirD. Ch. Sir D. Ch. SibD. Ch. SirD. Ch. Sir D.. Ch. (Loudly). SirD. catly.) Two days since I stole a child, and founded an orphan asylum, .Yesterday I robbed a bank and endowed a bishopric. To-day I carry off Hose Maybud, and atone with a cathedral I This is what it is to be the sport and toy of a Picture Gallery I But I will be bitterly revenged upon them! I will give them all to the nation, and nobody shall ever look upon their faces again ! Enter Richard. Rich. Ax your honor's pardon, but — Sir D. Hal observed! And by a mariner 1 What would you with me, fellow ? Rich. Tour honor, I am a poor man-o'-war's man, becalmed in the doldrums — Sir D. I don't know them. Rich. And I make bold to ax your honor's advice. Does your honor know what it is to have a heart? Sir D. My honor knows what it is to have a complete apparatus for conducting the circulation of the blood through the veins and arteries of the human body. Rich. Aye, but has your honor a heart that ups and looks you in the face, and gives you quarter-deck orders that it's life and death to disobey ? Sir D. I have not a heart of that description, but I have a Picture Gallery that presumes to take that liberty. Rich. Well, your 'honor, it's like this — Toui honor had an elder brother — Sir D. It had. Rich. Who should have inherited your title, and with it, its cuss. Sir D. Aye, but he died: Oh, Ruthven I Rich. He didn't. SirD. He did no*? Rich. 'He didn't. On the contrary, he lives in this here very village, under the name of Robin Oakapple, and he's going to marry Rose Maybud this very day. Sir. D. Ruthven alive, and going to mary Rose Maybud I Can this be possible ? Rich. Now the question I was going to ask your honor is — ought I tell your honor this? Sir D. I don't know. It's a delicate point. I think you ought. Mind, I am not sure, but I think so. Rich. That's what my heart says. It says, " Dick," it says (it calls me Dick acos' it's entitled to take that liberty). " That ihere young gal 21 would recoil from him if she knowed what he really were. OuprU you to stand off and on, and let this young gal take this false step and never fire a shot across her bows to bring her to? No, it says, " you did not ought." And I won't ought, accordin'. Sir D. Then you really feel yourself at liberty to tell me that my elder brother lives — that I may charge hiro with his cruel deceit, and transfer to his shoulders the hideous thraldom under which I have labored for so many years ! Free, free at last I Wee to live a blame- less life, and to die beloved and regretted by all who knew me I DUET. — Sir Despard and Richard. Rich. Tou understand ? Sir Des. I think I do, With vigor unshaken 'This step shall be taken. It's neatly planned. RICH. I think so too ; I'll readily bet it You'll never regret it I Both. For duty, duty must be done ; The rule applies to every one, And painful though that duty be, To shirk the task were fiddle-de-dee J Sir. Des. The bridegroom comes — Rich. Likewise the bride — The maidens are very Elated and merry; They are her chums. Sir Des. To lash their pride Were almost a pity, The pretty committee I Both. But duty, duty must be done ; The rule applies to every one, And painful though that duty be, To shirk the task were'fiddle-de-deel \Exeunt Richard and Sir Despard. Enter Chorus of Bridesmaids and Bucks. CHORUS OF BRIDESMAIDS. Hail the bride of seventeen summers : In fair phrases Hymn her praises ; Lift your song on high, all comers. She rejoices In your voices. 25 Smiling summer beams upon her, Shedding every blessing on her: Maidens, greet her— Kindly treat her— You may all be brides some day I CHORUS OF BUCKS. Hail the bridegroom who advances, Agitated, Tet elated He's in easy circumstances, Young and lusty, True and trusty : Happiness untold awaits them When the parson consecrates them; People near them, Loudly cheer them — You'll be bridegroom some fine day I Enter Robin, attended by Richard and Old Adam, meeting Rose, attended by Zorae and Dame Hannah. Rose and Robin embrace. MADRIGAL. Rose. Where the buds are blossoming, Smiling welcome to the spring, Lovers choose a wedding day — Life is love in merry May I Girls. Spring is green — Pal lal la I Summer's rose — Fal lal la I All. It is sad when summer goes, Fallal Men. Autumn's gold — Fal lal la 1 Winter's grey — Fal Ial'lal All. Winter still is far away— Fallal Leaves in Autumn fade and fall Winter is the end of all. Spring and summer teem with glee Spring and summer, then, for met Fal la I Hannah. In the spring time seed is sown ; In the summer grass is mown ; In the autumn you may reap ; Winter is the time for sleep. Gikia Spring is hope — Fal lal la ! Summer's joy — Fal lal lal All. Spring and summer never cloy, Fallal 2G Mbh. Autum, toil— Fal lal la I Winter, rest — Fal lal la I An. Winter, after all, is best — Falla! 4.LL. Spring and summer pleasure you, Autumn, aye, and winter too — Every season has its cheer Life is lovely all the year 1 Fallal GAVOTTE. After Gavotte, enter Sir Despard. Sir D. Hold, bride and bridegroom, ere you wed each other, I claim young Eobin as my elder brother I Rob. (Aside.) Ah, lost one ! Sir D. His rightful title I have long enjoyed: I claim him as Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd I - Rose. ( Wildly.) Deny the falsehood, Robin, as you should. It is a plot I Rob. I would, if conscientiously I could, But I cannot 1 ALL. Ah, base one I SOLO.— Robin. As pure and blameless peasant, I cannot, I regret, Deny a truth unpleasant, I am that Baronet I All. He is that Baronet I Bat when completely rated Bad baronet am I, That I am what he's stated I'll recklessly deny I All. He'll recklessly deny I Rob. When I'm a bad Bart I will tell taradiddles! All. He'll tell taradiddles when he's a bad Bart Rob. I'll play a bad part on the falsest of fiddles. All. On very false fiddles he'll play a bad parti Rob. But until that takes place I must be conscientious— All. He'll be conscientious until that takes place. Rob. Then adieu with good grace to my morals sententious! All. To morals sententious adieu with good grace I 27 Zob. Who ia the wretch who hath betrayed thee? Let him stand forth I Rich. (Coming forward.) 'Twas II All. Die, traitor I High. Hold, my conscience made me I "Withhold your wrath I SOLO.— RlCHAKU. Within this breast there beats a heart Whose voice can't be gainsaid. It bade me thy.true rank impart, A) id I at once obeyed. I knew 'twould blight thy budding fate — I knew 'twould cause thee anguish great — But did I therefore hesitate V Kol I at once obeyed I , "a±~' ALL. Acclaim him who, when his true heart Bade him young Robin's rank impart, Immediately obeyed I SOLO, — Rose (addressing Robin). Farewoll I Tho.i had'st my heart — 'Twas quickly won I But now we part — Thy face I shunl 1'arewell I 60 bend the knee At Vice's shrine, Of life with me All hope resign. Farewell ! (To Sia Despabd.) Take me — I am thy bridel All. Hurrah I Bridesmaids. Hail the Bridegroom — hail the Bride I When the nuptial knot is tied; .Every day will -bring some joy That can never, never cloy ! Elder Margaret, wlio listens. Sir D Excuse me, I'm a virtuous person now — Rose. That's why I wed you I i~in B And I to Margaret must keep my vow 1 28 Mar. Have I misread you ? Oh joy I with newly kindled rapture warmed, I kneel before you I (Kneels.) Sir D. I once disliked you : now that I've reformed, How I adore you I - (They embrace.) Bridesmaids. Hail the Bridegroom — hail the Bride ! When the nuptial knot is tied ;. Every day will bring some joy That can never, never cloy ! Rose. Richard, of him I love bereft, Through thy design, Thou art the only one that 's left So I acei thine ! (They embrace.) BRIDESMAIDS. Hail the Bridegroom — hail the Bride ! Let the nuptial knot be tied ! DUET. — Rose and Richard. Oh, happy the lily When kissed by the beo And, sipping tranquilly, Quite happy is he ; And happy the filly That neighs in her pride; But happier than any A pound to a penny, A loveris, when he Embraces his bride ! 3UET. — Sir Despard and Margaret. Oh, happy the flowers That blossom in June, And happy the bowers That gain by the boon, But happier by hours The man of descent, Who, folly regretting, Is bent on forgetting His bad baronetting, And means to repent ! TRIO. — Hankah, Adam, and Zo«ah. Oh, hapj>y the blossom That blooms on the lea, Mtewise the opossum That sits od a tren 29 But when you come across 'em, They cannot compare, With those who are treading The dance at a wedding, While people are spreading The best of good fare 1 SOLO.— Robin. Oh, wretched the debtor Who's signing a deed 1 And wretched the letter That no one can read I But very much better . Their lot it must be Than that of the person I'm making this verse on, Whose head there's a curse on- Alluding to me ! Repeat ensemble with chorus. DANCE. At the end of the dance, Robin falls senseless on the stage. Picture, Acs Dbop. 30 ACT II. Scene. Picture Gallery in Euddygore Castle. The walls are covered with full length portraits of the Baronets of Euddygore from the 'time of James I. — the first being that of Sir Rupert, alluded to in the legend, the last, that of the last deceased Baronet, Sir Roderic. Enter Robin and Adam melodramatically. They are greatly altered in appearance, Robin wearing the haggarA aspect of a guilty rou/; Adam, that of the wicked steward of such a man. DUET. — Robin and Adam. ■Rob. I once was as meek as a new-born lamb> I'm now Sir Murgatroyd — ha I ha ! With greater precision, (Without the elision) Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd — ha ! ha I Adam. And I, who was once his valley-de-sham, As steward I'm now employed — ha ! ha 1 The dickens may take him — I'll never forsake him ! As steward I'm now employed — ha ! hal Both. How dreadful when an innocent heart Becomes, perforce, a bad young Bart., And still more hard on old Adam His former faithful valley-de-sham I Rob. This is a painful state of things, old Adam I* Adam. Painful, indeed I Ah, my poor master, when I swore that corns what would, I would serve you in all things forever, I little thought to what a pass it would bring me ! The confidential adviser to the greatest villain unhung ! Now, Sir, to business. What crime do you propose to commit to-day 1 Rob. How should I know ? As my confidential adviser, it's your duty to suggest something. Adam. Sir, I loathe the life you are leading, but a good old man's oath is paramount, and I obey. Richard Dauntless is here with pretty Rose Maybud, to ask your consent to their marriage. Poison their beer. 31 Rob. No — not that — I know I'm a bad Bart., but I'm not as bad a Bart, as all that. Adam. Well, there yon are, you see I It's no use my making sug- gestions-if you don't adopt them. Rob. {Melodramatically.) How would it be, do you think, were I to lure him here with cunning wile — bind him with good stout rope to yonder post — and then, by making hideous faces at him, curdle the heart-blood in his arteries, and freeze the very marrow in his bones ? How say yon, Adam, is not the scheme well planned ? Adam. It would be simply rude — nothing more. But soft — they cornel Adam and Robin retire up as Richard and Rose enter, preceded by Chorus of Bridesmaids. DUET. — Richard and Rose. Rich. Happily coupled are we, You see — I am a jolly Jack Tar, My star, And you are the fairest, The richest and rarest Of innocent lasses you are, By far— Of innocent lasses you are ! Fanned- by a favo-ing gale, You'll sail Over life's treacherous sea With me, And as for bad weather We'll brave it together, And you shall creep under my lee, My wee I And yon shall creep under my lee ! For you are such a smart little craft- Such a neat little, sweet little craft. Such a bright little, tight little, Slight little, light little, Trim little, prim little craft ! Chorus. For she is such, etc. Rose. My hopes will be blighted I iear, / My dear; In a month you'll be going to sea, Quite free, And all of my wishes You'll throw to the fishes 32 As though they were never to be ; Poor me ! As though they were never to be, And I shall be left all alone To moan, And weep at your cruel deceit, Complete ; While you'll be assorting Your freedom by flirting With every woman you meet, You cheat — With every woman you meet 1 Though I am such a smart little craft- Such a neat little, sweet little craft. Such a bright little, tight little, Slight little, light little, Trim little, prim little craft! Chorus. Though she is such, etc. Enter Robin. Rob. Soho 1 pretty one — in my power at last, eh ? Know ye not that I have those within my call who, at my lightest bidding, would immure ye in an uncomfortable dungeon? (Calling.) What hoi within there 1 Rich. Hold — we are prepared for this (producing a Union Jack.) Here is a flag that none dare defy (all kneel), and while this glorious rag floats over Rose Maybud's head, the man does not live who would dare to lay unlicensed hand upon hert Rob. Foiled— and by a Union Jack 1 But a time will come, and then — Rose. Nay, let me plead with him (to Robin). Sir Ruthven, have pity. In my bock of etiquette the case of a maiden about to be wedded to one who unexpectedly turns out to be a baronet with a curse on him is not considered. Time was when you loved me madly. Prove that this was no selfish love by according your consent to my marriage with one who, if he be not you, yourself, is the next best thing — your dearest friend ! BALLAD.— Rose. In bygone dayB I had thy love— Thou hadst my heart. But Pate, all human vows above, Our lives did part I 33 All. All. Rob. {Real) All. (Recti.) CHOBca Rich. Rose. Rich. Rose. Rich. Rose. Both. Chords. By the old love thou hadst for mo, By the fond heart that beat for thee— By joys that never now can be, Grant thou my prayer ! (Kneeling.) Grant thou her prayer 1 My heart that once in truth was thine, Another claims — Ah, who can laws to love assign, Or rule its flames ? Our plighted heart-bond gently bless, The seal of thy consent impress Upon our promised happiness — Grant thou our prayer I ' Grant thou her prayer I Take her — I yield ! - Oh, rapture I Away to the parson we go — Say we're solicitous very That he will turn two into one — Singing hey, derry down derry I For she is such a smart little craft Such a neat little, sweet little craft- Such a bright little — Tight little- Slight little — Light little — Trim little, slim little craft ! For she is such a smart little craft, etc. [Exeunt all but Robin. Rob. For a week I have fulfilled my accursed doom 1 I have duly committed a crime a day I Not a great crime, I trust, but still in the eyes of one as strictly regulated as I used to be, a crime. But will my ghostly ancestors be satisfied with what I have done, or will they egard it as an unworthy subterfuge ? (Addressing Pictures). Oh, my forefathers, wallowers in blood, there came at last a day when, sick of crime, you, each and every, vowed to sin no more, and so, in agony, called welcome Death to free you from your cloying guiltiness. Let the sweet psalm of that repentent hour soften your long-dead hearts, and tune youi souls to mercy on your poor posterity I (Kneeling.) The stage darkens for a moment. It becomes light again, and the Pictures are seen to have become animated.) . „ 31 CHORDS OF FAMILY PORTRAITS. Painted emblems of a race, AH accurst in days of yore, Each from his accustomed place Steps into the world once more! [The Pictures step from their frames and march round the stags.] Baronet of Ruddygore, • Last of our accursed line, Down upon the i >aken floor — Down upon those knees of thine I Coward, poltroor., shaker, squeamer, Blockhead, sluggard, dullard, dreamer, Shirker, shuffler, crawler, creeper, Sniffler, snuffler, waller, weeper, Earthworm, maggot, tadpole, weevil I Set upon thy course of evil Lest the King of Spectre-Land Set on thee his grisly hand! ( The spectre of Sir Roderic descends from his frame.) Sir Rod. Beware I beware! beware! Rob. Gaunt vision, who art thou That thus, with icy glare And stern relentless brow, Appearest, who knows howl Sir Rod. I am the spectre of the late Sir Roderick Murgatroyd, • Who comes to warn thee that thy fate Thou cans't not now avoid. Rob. Alas, poor ghost ! Sik Rod. The pity you Express, for nothing goes : We spectres are a jollier crew Than you, perhaps, suppose I Chorus. Yes! yes! We spectres are a jollier crew Than you, perhaps suppose I Ha! ha! SONG.— Sir Roderic. When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls, and the bat in the moonlight flies, And inky clouds, like funeral shrouds, sail over the midnight skies — When the footpads quail at the night-bird's wailj and black dogs bay the moon, Then is the spectre's holiday — then is the ghosts' high-noon I 35 Chorus. Hal ha! Then is the ghosts' high-noon I As the sob of the breeze sweeps over the trees and the mists lie low on the fen, From grey tomb-stones are gathered the bones that once were women and men, And away they go, with a mop and a mow, to the revel that ends too soon, For cockcrow limits our holiday — the dead of the night's high nocn 1 Chorus. Hal ha I! The dead of the nights high-noon ! And then each ghost with his ladye-toast to their churchyard beds take flight. With a kiss, perhaps, on her lantern chaps, and a grisly grim, " good- night"; Till the welcome knell of the midnight bell rings forth its jolliest tune, And ushers our next high holiday — the dead of the night's high-noon 1 Chorus. Hal ha! The dead of the night's high noon ! Rob. I recognize you now — you are the Picture that hangs at the end of the gallery. Sir Rod. In a bad light. I am. Rob. Are you considered a good likeness ? Sir Eod. Pretty well. Flattering. Rob. Because as a work of art you are poor. Sir Rod. I am crude in color, but I have only been painted ten years. In a couple of centuries I shall be an Old Master, and then you will be sorry you spoke lightly of me. " Rob. And may I ask why you have left your frames ! Sir Rod. It is our duty to see that our successors commit their daily crimes in a conscientious and workmanlike fashion. It is our duty to remind you that you are evading the conditions under which you are permitted to exist. Rob. Really I don't know what you'd have. I've only been a bad baronet a week, and I've committed a -crime punctually every day. Sir Rod. Let us enquire into this. Monday ? Rob. Monday was a Bank Holiday. Sir Rod. True. "Tuesday? Rob. On Tuesday I made a false income tax return. All. Ha! ha! 1st Ghost. That's nothing. 2d Ghost. Nothing at all. 36 3d Ghost. Everybody does that 4th Ghost. It's expected of you. Sie Rod. Wednesday ? Rob. (Melodramatically.) On Wednesday, I forged a will. Sir Rod. Whose will ? Rob. My own. _ Sir. Rod. My good sir, you can't forge your own will ! Rob. Can't I though ! I like that! I did I Besides, if a man can't forge his own will, whose will can he forge ? Rob. A man can do what he likes with his own ? Sir Rod. I suppose he can. Rob. Well then, he can forge his own will, stoopid ! On Thurs- day I shot a fox. 1st Ghost. Hear, hear! Sir Rod. That's better {addressing Ghosts?) Pass the fox, I think? (They assent.) Tes, paBs theiox. Friday? Rob. On Friday I forged a -check. Sir Rod. Whose check? Rob. Old Adam's. Sir Rod. But Old Adam has'nt a banker. Rob. I did'nt say I forged his banker — I said I forged his check. On Saturday I disinherited my only son. Sir Rod. But you iiaven't got a son. Rob. No — not yet I disinherited him in advance, to save time. You see, by this arrangement, he'll be bora ready disinherited. Sir Rod." I see. But I don't think you can do that. Rob. My good sir, if I can't disinherit my own unborn son, whose unborn son can I disinherit 1 Sib Robi Humph ^ These arguments sound very well, but I can't help thinking that, if they were reduced to syllogistic form, they wouldn't hold water. Now quite understand us, We are foggy, but we don't permit our fogginess to be presumed upon. Unless you undertake to — well, suppose we say, carry off a lady? (addressing Ghosts.) Those who are in favor of his carrying off a lady — (all hold up their hands except a Bishop.) Those of the contrary opinion? (Bishop holds up his hands.) Oh, you're never satisfied ! Yes, unless you undertake to carry off a lady at once— I don't care what lady — any lady — choose your lady — you perish in inconceivable agonies. Rob. Carry off a lady? Certainly not, on any account. I've the greatest respect for ladies, and I wouldn't do anything of the kind for worlds ! No, no. I'm not that kind of baronet I assure you ! If that's all you've got to say, you'd better go back to your frames. Sir Bod. Very good — then let the agonies commence. Ghosts make passes. Robin begins to writhe in agony. Rob. Oh ! Oh ! Don't do that ! I can't stand it ! Sir Rod. Painful, isn't it? It gets worse by degrees. , Rob. Oh — Oh ! Stop a bit ! Stop it, will you ? I want to Sir Roderic makes signs to Ghosts, who resume their attitudes. Sra Rod. Better ? Rob. Yes — better now 1 Whew I Sir Rod. Well, dp you consent? Rob. But it's such an ungentlemanly thing to do ! Sir Rod. As you please. (To Ghosts.) Carry on ! Rob. Stop— I can't stand it ! I agree ! I promise ! It shall be done. Sir Rod. To-day ? Rob. To-day ! Sir Rod. At-once. Rob. At once ! I retract ! I apologize ! I had no idea it was anything like that ! CHORUS. He yields ! He answers to our call ! Wo do not ask for more. . A sturdy fellow, after all, This latest Ruddygore ! All perish in unheard of wee Who dare our wills defy ; We want your pardon, ere we go, For having agonized you so — So pardon us — So pardon us — So pardon us — Or die Robl I pardon you ! I pardon you 1 All. Ke pardons us — Hurrah I {The Ghosts return to their frames.) Chorus. Painted emblems of a race, "■ AH accurst in days of yore Each to his accustomed place Steps unwillingly, once more! 38 (By this time the Ghosts have changed to pictures again. Robin is overcome by emotion.) ■ Enter Adam. Adam. My poor master, you are not well — Rob. Adam, it won't do — I've seen'em — all my ancestors — they're just gone. They say that I must do something desperate at once, or perish in horrible agonies. Go — go to yonder village — carry off a maiden — bring her here at once — any one — I don't care which — Adam. But — Robin. Not a word, but obey ! Fly ! [Exit Auam. RECIT. AND SONG.— Robin. Away, Remorse ! Compunction, hence 1 Go, Moral Force ! Go, Penitence ! To Virtue's plea , A long farewell — Propriety, I ring your knell 1 Come guiltiness of deadly hue, Come desperate deeds of derring do ! Enter Sir Dbspard and Margaret. They are both dressed in sober black of formal cut, and present a strong contrast io tlieir appearance in Act I. DUET. Dep, 1 once was a very abandoned person — Mah. Making the most of evil chances. Des. Nobody could conceive a worse 'un — Mar. Even in all the old romances. Des. I blush for my wild extravagances, But be bo kind To bear in mind, Mar. We were the victims of circumstances I That is one of our blameless dances. Mab. I was an exceedingly odd young lady — Des. . Suffering much from spleen and vapors. Mar. Clergymen thought my conduct shady — Des. She didn't spend much upon linen-drapers. {Dance.) (Dance.) 39 Mae. It certainly entertained the gapers. My ways were strange Beyond all range — Des. And paragraphs got into all the papers. Des. We only cut respectable capers. Des. I've given up all my wild proceedings. Mae. My taste for a wandering life is waning. Des. Now I'm a dab at penny readings. Mae. They are not remarkably entertaining. Des. A moderate livelihood we're gaining. Mae. In fact we rule A National school. Des. The duties are dull, but I'm not complaining, (Dance.) This sort of thing takes a deal of training 1 Des. 'We have been married a week. Mae. One happy, happy week I Des. Our new life — Mae. Is delightful indeed I Des. So calm! Mae. So unimpassioned ! ( Wildly.) Master, all this I owe to you ! See I am no longer wild and untidy. My hair is combed. My face is washed. My boots fit ! Des. Margaret don't. Pray restrain yourself. Remember, you are now a district visitor. Mae. Ah 1 you are angry with poor little Mad Margaret 1 Des. No, not angry ; but a district visitor should learn to eschew melodrama. Visit the poor, by all means., and give them tea and barley- water, but don't do it as if you were administering a bowl of deadly nightshade. It upsets them. Then when you nurse sick people, and find them not as well as could be expected, why go into hysterics? Mar. Why not ? Des. Because it's too jumpy for a sick room. Mae. How strange ! (He is seated — she sits on the ground by him.) Shall I tell you one of poor Mad Margaret's odd thoughts ? Well, then, when I am lying awake at night, strange fancies crowd upon my poor mad brain, and I sometimes think that if we could hit upon some word for you to use whenever I am about to relapse — some word that teems with hidden meaning — like "Buffalo" — it might recall me to my saner self. For, after all, I am only Mad Margaret ! Daft Meg I Poor Peg! He! he! he! 40 Des. Poor child, she wanders I But soft — some one comes — Margaret — pray recollect yourself — "Buffalo," I beg I Margaret, if you don't "Buffalo" at once, I shall be seripusly angry. Mar. (Recovering lierself. ) " Buffalo " it is I Deb. Then make it so. Enter Robin. He starts on seeing them. Rob. De3pard! And his young wife I This visit is unexpected. Des. My brother — I call you brother still, despite your horrible profligacy — you must not forget that you have been, in the eye of the law, a Bad Baronet of Ruddygore for ten years — and you are there- fore responsible — in the eye of the law — for all the misdeeds com- mitted by the unhappy gentleman who occupied your place. Rob. I Bee! Bless my heart, I never thought of that I Des. Think of all the atrocities you have committed — by attorney as it were — during that period. Remember how you trifled with this poor child's affections — how you raised her hopes on high (don't cry, my love — Buffalo, you know), only to trample them in the dust when they were at the very zenith of their fulness. Oh fie, sir, fie — she trusted you I Rob. Did she ? What a scoundrel I must have been ! There, there, don't cry, my dear (to Marqabbt, who is sobbing on' Robin's breast), it's all right now. Baltimore, you know — Baltimore. Mar. (Sobbing.) It's Bu—Bu— Buffalo. Rob. Buffalo I of course it is — Buffalo. Mar. Then make it so! Rob. There, there — it's all right — he's married you now — that is, I've married you (turning to Despard) — I say, which of us has married her? Des. Oh, I've married her. Rob. (Aside.) Oh, I'm glad of that (to Margaret.) Yes, he's married you now (passing her over to Despard), and anything more disreputable than my conduct seems to have been I've never even heard of. But my mind is made up — I will defy my ancestors. I will refuse to obey their behests, thus, by courting death, atone in some degree for the infamy of my career I Mar. I knew it — I knew it — bless you — (hysterically.) Des. Buffalo! 41 PATTER-TRIO. Robin, Despard and Margaret. .Rob. My eyes are fully open to my awful situation — I shall go at once to Roderic and make him an oration. I shall tell him I've recovered my forgotten moral senses, And I don't caro two-pence halfpenny for any consequences. Now I do not want to perish by the sword or by the dagger, But a martyr may indulge a little pardonable swagger, And a word or two of compliment my vanity would flatter, But I've got to die to-morrow, so it really doesn't matter I Des. So it really doesn't matter — Mar. So it really doesn't matter — All. So it really doesn't matter, matter, matter, matter, matter I Mar. If I were not a little mad and generally silly, I should give you my advice upon the subject, willy nilly I should show you in a moment how to grapple with the question, And you'd really be astonished at the force of my suggestion. On the subject I shall write you a most valuable letter, Pull of excellent suggestions when I feel a little better, But at present I'm afraid I am as mad as any hatter, So I'll keep 'em to myself, for my opinion doesn't matter 1 Des. Her opinion doesn't matter— Rob. Her opinion doesn't matter— All. Her opinion doesn't matter, matter, matter, matter, matter t Des. If I had been so lucky as to have a steady brothe» Who could talk to me as we are talking now to one another — Who could give me good advice when he discovered I was erring, (Which is just the very favor which on you I am conferring), My story would have made a rather interesting idyll, And I might have lived and died a very decent indiwiddla This particularly rapid, unintelligible patter Isn't generally heard, and if it is it doesn't matter I Rob. If it is it doesn't matter — Mar. If it ain't it doesn't matter— All. If it is it doesn't matter, matter, matter, matter, matter! [Exeunt Desmond and Margaret. Enter Adam. Adah. (GuUtOy.) Master — the deed is done. 42 Rod. What deed ? Adam. She is here — alone, uaproteeted— Rob. Who? Adam. The maiden. I've carried her off— I had a hard task for she fought like a tiger-cat I Rob. Great heaven, I had forgotten her I I had hoped to have died unspotted by crime, but I am foiled again — and by a tiger-cat! Pro- duce her — and leave us. (Adah introduces Old Hannah, very much excited, and exit) Rob. Dame Hannah ! This is — this is not what I expected. Han. Well, sir, and what would you with me? Oh, you have begun bravely — bravely indeed I Unappalled by the calm dignity of blameless womanhood, your minion has torn me from my spotless home, and dragged me, blindfold and shrieking, through hedges, over stiles, and across a very difficult country, and left me, helpless and trembling at your mercy 1 Yet not helpless, coward sir, for approach one step — nay, but the twentieth part of one poor inch — and this poniard (produces a very small dagger) shall teach ye what it is to lay unlicensed hands on old Stephen Trusty's daughter! Rob. Madam, I am extremely sorry for this. It is not at all what I intended — anything more correct — more deeply respectful than my intentions toward you, it would be impossible for anyone — however particular — to desire. Han. Bah, I am not to be tricked by smooth words, hypocrite! But be warned in time, for there are, without, a hundred gallant hearts whose trusty blades would hack him limb from limb who dared to lay unlicensed hands on old Stephen Trusty'a daughter ! Rob. And this is what it is to embark upon a career of unlicensed pleasure! (Hannah, who has taken a formidable dagger from one of the armed figures, throws her small dagger to Rorin.) Han. Harkye, miscreant, you have secured me, and I am your poor prisoner; but if you think I cannot take care of myself you are very much mistaken. Now then, it's one to one, and let the best man win I (Making for him.) Rob. (In an agony of terror). Don't I don't look at me like that I 1 can't bear it 1 Roderic ! Uncle I Save me I 43 Roderio enters, from his Picture. He mines down the stage. Rod. What is the matter ? Have you carried her off ? Rob. I have — She is there — look at her — she terrifies me. Hod. (Looking at Hannah.) Little Nannikin ! Han. (Amazed.) Roddy-doddyl Rod. My own old love I Whyt how came you here ? Han. This brute— he carried me off! Bodily I But I'll show him I (about to rush at Robin.) Rod. Stop I (lb Robin.) What do you mean by carrying off this .lady ? Are you aware that once upon a time she was engaged to be married to me ? I'm very angry — very angry indeed. Rob. Now I hope this will be a lesson to you in future, not to— Rod. Hold your tongue, sir. Rob. Yes, Uncle. Rod. Have you given him any encouragement? Han. (lb Robin.) Have I given you any encouragement? Frankly now, have I ? Rob. No; frankly, you have nqt. Anything more scrupulously correct than your conduct it would be impossible to desire. v Rod. You go away. Rob. Yes, Uncle. [Exit Robin. Rod. This is a strange meeting after so many years 1 Han. Very. I thought you were dead. Rod. I am. I have been dead ten years. Han. And are you pretty comfortable ? Rod. Pretty well— that is — yes, pretty well. Han. You don't deserve to be, for I loved you all the while, dear ; and it made me dreadfully unhappy to hear of all your goings on, you bad, bad boy ? B ALL AD. — Hannah. There grew a little flower 'Neath a great oak tree: When the tempest 'gan to lower Little needed she : No need had she to cower, For she dreaded not its power — She was happy in the bower u Of her great oak tree ! Sing hey, Lackaday ! Let the tears fall free For the pretty little flower and the great oak tree! Both. Sing hey, Lackadayl Ac. When she found that he was fickle, "Was that great oak tree, She was in a. pretty pickle, As she well might be — But his gallantries were mickle, For death followed with his sickly And her tears began to trickle For her great oak tree! Sing hey, Lackadayl &c. Falls weeping on Roderio'S bosom. Enter Robin, excitedly, followed by all the characters and Chorus op Bridesmaids. Bob. Stop a bit — both of you. Rod. This intrusion is unmannerly. Han. I'm surprised at you. Rob. I can't stop to apologize — an idea has just occurred to me. A Baronet of Ruddygore can only die through refusing to commit his daily crime. Rod. No doubt. Rob. Therefore, to refuse to commit a daily crime is tantamount to suicide I Rod. It would seem so. Rob. But suicide is, itself, a crime — and so, by your own showing, you ought never to have died at all 1 Rod. I see — I understand I Then I'm practically alive I Rob. Undoubtedly 1 (Sir, Roderic embraces Hannah.) Rose, when you believed that I was a simple farmer, I believe you loved me 1 Rose. Madly, passionately I Rob. But when I became a bad baronet, you very properly loved Richard instead ? 45 Rose. Passionately, madly ! Eob. But if I should turn out not to bo a bad baronot after all, how would you love me then ? Rose. Madly, passionately 1 Rob. As before ? Rose. Why, of course 1 Rob. My darling ! [They embrace. Rich. Here, I say, belay I Rose. Oh sir, belay, if it's absolutely necessary. Rob. Belay ? Certainly not ! FINALE. Rob. Having been a wicked baronet a week, Once again a modest livelihood I seek, Agricultural employment Is to me a keen enjoyment, For I'm naturally diffident and meek 1 Rose. When a man has been a naughty baronet. And expresses hi.» repentance and regret, Tou should help him if you're able, Like the mousie in the fable. That's the teaching of my Book of Etiquette. Rich. If you ask me why I do not pipe my eye, Like an honest British sailor, I reply, That with Zorah for my missis, There'll be bread and cheese and kisses, Which is just the sort of ration I enjye ! Des, & Mar. Prompted by a keen desire to evoke, All the blessed calm of matrimony's yoke, We shall toddle off to-morrow, From this scene of sin and sorrow, For to settle in the town of Basingstoke! 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