.?36 K-A- 014 491 053 9 Hollinger Corp. pH 8.5 47/3 Mtjence HFC 1^>V as,K^nc(rick. Copyright, 1881— J. M. Stoddart & Co. T«ll w ', ^n*l, C^o yOy' «V^r y^dV7\'9 Copyright, 1881. by J. M. Sloddan A Co PATIENCE; OR, DRAMATIS PERSONyE. Reginald Bunthorne, • - A Fleshly Poet. Archibald Grorvenor, - - - An Idyllic Poet. Colonel Calverley, Major Murgatrovd, Lieut, the Duke of Dumstable, Chorus of Dragoon Guards. The Lady Angela, ' Ofificers of Dra- goon Guards. The Lady Saphir, The Lady Ella, The Lady Jane, Chorus or Maidens Rapturous Maidens. ACT I.— Exterior of Castle Bunthorn. ACT II.— A Glade. ^f^n ike. h^\\{t '^c^f^e Thy fi^^t ih^ jo^ foj^i/icr^ Tr^pir 'Jd^ni^^,,^^fy S^K! I dm a v^iry NayciJ.sys I here after dinner. " By Jove!" he exclaimed, when the Dragoons came on the stage, " I'll be hanged if that isn't my own troop, and the Duke of Dunstable the dead image of the Marquis of Pimlico, a cornet in my regiment. The uniforms are perfect. General Sir Garnet Wolsley would pass 'em." Miss M. H. Is the music very fetching ? Mr. C. D. Awfully. Wait till you hear it. You'U be singing, " Booh to you — pooh, pooh to you," to the waiter in Deimonico's bye-and-bye. Ah, here we arc I Curtain rises, discovering the twenty love-sick cesthetie maidens, with Lady Jane. Miss M. H. Awfully pretty scene. I like that rhorus. Twenty lovesick maidens we — Lovesick all against our will; Twenty years hence \it shall be Twenty lovesick maidens still. Mr. C. D. Thought you would. Listen to Lady Jaiu , here's language for you: Lady 'jane. There is a trunscendentality of de- lirium, an acute accentuation of supremest ecstasy, which the earthly might easily mistake for indigestion. But it is NOT indigestion; it is ccsthetic transfiguratiun. Miss M. H. Then poor dear mamrna suffers from {esthetic transfiguration. 7'//a/ ought to make her feel better. Oh, here are the dragoons 1 What superb looking fellows ! Colonel sings. Mr. C. D. Isn't that song of the ColonePs im- mense! Miss M. H. Immense. Who is this? Mr. D. Bunthorne, the Oscar Wilde, you know. The dragoons will sing a rattling chorus now. ^^^^vv \^^v •^ }y Cymbals 5 ovnr| , Bunthonie. My eyes are open; I despair droop- ing/y: I am soulfidlx intense; I mn /imp and / ding. Miss M. H. That is funny. Oh, my! but it is quite too funny for anything. Enter Patience. Mr. C. D. Here's Patience ? Isn't she chic ? Did you hear that! When Bunihorne asked her: "Do you ever yearn ?" and she said, '* I earn my living." Immense pun that! Enter Grosvenor, Miss M. H. What a handsome man. Mr. C. D. I should think so. Just hear what he says. Grosvenor. Conceive, then, the horror of niy situation, when I tell you that it is my hideous destiny to be madly loved by every woman who sets eyes on me / Miss M, H. That's very comical: " I have loved you with a Florentine Fourteenth Century frenzy." I wonder \{you could love that way, Mr. Curl Darling. Mr. C. D. Say Nineteenth Century, and I'm your man. T/ie act being over, Mr. C. D. and Miss M. //. dis- cuss it until curtain rises on Act II. Mr. C. D. Watch how well Lady yane plays the fiddle. Never loses a note. Grosvenor^s recitation is something too excruciating. Oh, here it is! Miss M. H. {on the conclusion of the song of the " Magnet and Churn "). That is fetching. Mr. C. D. Now, Btinthome is followed by Lady Jane like a gigantic shadow, and we'll have the song of the piece, " Pooh, pooh to you." The rendering of ike song affords Mr. C. D. aud Miss M. H. exquisite delight. Miss M. H. There^ I can*t laogh any more, and I've bursted — . Mr. C. D. (Ml alarm). What ? Miss M. H. Nine of the sixteen buttons on my gloves in applauding. Oh, my, here are the Duke, Colonel and Major in aesthetic costumes. It becomes them, too. Mr. C. D. You're to hear no end of a funny song yet. " The greenery, yallery, Grosvenor Gallery, foot in the grave young man." Bunthorne sings; A y apanese voung man, A blue-and-white young man, Francesco di Rimini, miminy, priminjf^ 'y e-nesais-quoi young man. Mr. C. D. See the twenty lovesick maidens in ordinary attire. Aren't they fetching? TK«rc vfc'ill b« too wvcfi q\ W^ In ihe coming ^^ *'"'* ^X * ♦ Miss M. H., having taken to memory the refrain of " Booh to you; pooh, pooh to you," lets Mr. C. D. have it all the way home, while he returns to, "A greenery, yallery, Grosvenor Gallery, foot in the grave young man." Mr. C. D. Well, Miss Murry Hill, what is your verdict upon *' Patience." Miss M. H. It is quite too utterly, preciously, de- lightfully funny for anything. Good night. Many thanks. Pooh, pooh to youl m Oh h^ Kdrly jEn^li^K ^r^ \t is too |a^e ( LIBRftRY OF CONGRESS OORMA.ilil, CHURCH CHOIR COMPANY GRA^ND PROlDTJOTIOISr -OF- GILBERT & SULLIVAN'S LAST GREAT SUCCESS THE DELICIOUS OPERA OF PATIENCE — OR — BUNTHORNE'S BRIDE Presented in the same magnificent style as at the LYCEUM, PHILADELPHIA. Mr. THOMAS A. HALL, Manager. 014 491053 9 Hollinger Corp. pH 8.5 T , .RRARY OF CONGRESS 111 014 491053 9 ^ Hollinger Corp. pH 8.5