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No. 15 - Finale Act I
| Sir Miles: | Rogue detected. There's a gentleman present here, now in this room, Who worthily bears what you basely assume That name, Sir. |
| Chorus: | That name, Sir, that name, Sir. |
| Squire: | 'Tis an infamous trick that you trusted to pass, Without question or doubt on a "silly old ass." |
| Chorus: | For shame, sir! For shame, sir! |
| Harry: | Sir, are you mad or drunk? What mean you? Think not that your gray hairs shall screen you, Show me the man who dares usurp my place. |
| Lady Molly: | Behold him To your infinite disgrace. |
| Harry: | What! this poor stripling! Own your foul pretence Before I call the grooms to flog you hence. |
| Chorus: | Ho, Dickon, Owen! Call the others, shout! You're wanted her to flog this gentle out. |
| Squire: | Be silent. Stand forth, I'll see justice done. Give me a token you're your father's son, A line will serve me, sure he sent some screed. |
| Harry: | Letters and jewels both, he did indeed; But at the Inn wherein last night I lay Some slippery rascal stole them all away. Patience, I've sent to London, others follow. |
| Squire: | So this is the tale I'm expected to swallow! The trick is too stale to advantage you much. I'm a silly old ass in your brainless conceit, But the Coverdale stocks will just fit to your feet, Ho, Landlord! Officers! |
| Chorus: | Ho, Landlord, Officers! |
| Lionel: | Sir Miles, take heed what you do! What this gentleman tells you is perfectly true; Have I any int'rest in Alice's lover, Except, if it may be, to stand in his stead? You may do her a wrong she will never recover; This man's Captain Romney, I'll venture my head. |
| Chorus: | He cross'd him, he fought him,
he ventured his head! He's Captain Romney, Captain Romney, Captain Romney, Captain Romney, Captain, Captain Romney, |
| Harry: | So you're the rascal who stole my things, Letters and brooches and chains and rings! You seem full youthful to play this game, But I'll see you hanged in some other name Than Captain Romney, Captain Romney. |
| Chorus: | Oh, what a disgrace for the honoured name Of Captain Romney, Captain Romney. |
| Molly: | Upon my honour that's very fair, You carry it off with a matchless air, But a rascal who picks up an officer's name Should carry a sword to establish his claim, My Captain Romney, Captain Romney. |
| Chorus: | Oh, look at his sword, There'll be somebody hurt, Poor Captain Romney, Captain Romney. |
| Squire: | I like your spirit but sheathe your steel! Odds! Things have come to a pretty pass! Ho! Landlord! Officers! You shall feel I can kick at least, if I am an ass. |
| Harry: | Ah! here's a tongue that can remove the doubt. He was my servant (a most drunken lout) Perforce I sent him packing. |
| Squire: | Very well, very well, We'll gladly hear him if he's aught to tell. |
| Harry: | You hear Sir Miles, you rascal, speak, Say who I am and let us end it. |
| Mickey: | In truth an' I could talk a week But the least said the soonest mended. |
| Harry: | (to Landlord) Can you say aught? |
| Landlord: | Indeed I can, This chap's a well known highwayman. |
| Chorus: | A highwayman that rides by night! How terrible! A highwayman, Lacks a daisy, my, oh, my, But isn't he bold and handsome? What should I say if he took me away, Or demanded a kiss as a ransom? |
| Harry: | Are aught but liars beneath this roof? |
| Squire: | Odds Zooks, 'twas you who called the proof. |
| Lionel & Harry: | I see you will not take his/my word... |
| Principals: | His story's idle and absurd. |
| Chorus: | His story's idle and absurd. |
| Principals: | No need for more insisting, The truth there's no resisting, In time these mists will be dispelled, And well I know who'll then be held The bona fide Captain, The Captain Romney, Captain Romney. |
| Ensemble: | No need for more insisting, The truth there's no resisting, In time these mists will be dispell'd, And well we know who'll then be held The bona fide Captain, Captain Romney, Captain Romney, bona fide Captain, Captain Romney. |
| Chorus: | Ye-ho yoicks, Ye-ho yoicks, ye-ho. |
| Huntsmen (off): | We found in moorside cover at last |
| Chorus: | Ye-ho yoicks, Ye-ho. |
| Huntsmen: | And Reynard took a northerly course |
| Chorus: | Ye-ho yoicks, Ye-ho. |
| Huntsmen: | The jumps were big and the pace was fast. |
| Chorus: | Ye-ho yoicks, Ye-ho. |
| Huntsmen: | A swinging galop for man and horse. |
| Chorus: | Ye-ho yoicks, Ye-ho. Yes, pleasant enough when hunting's done To tell all that pass'd and paint the run; How cleverly Juno found the scent, How willing and straight the old horse went; How many declined the Dingley Hill, How few were at hand to see the kill! As thro' we came with a cheery rush, with a cheery rush, |
| Men: | And we've brought Miss Coverdale home the brush, We've brought Miss Coverdale home the brush, |
| All: | Yes, brought her home the brush. |
| Alice: | Thank you, kind friends, I wish you many a run As good and gallant as the one you've done. As good and gallant as the one you've done. Farewell, dear love, be true to me Thro' all the trials that remain. |
| Lionel: | But shall I never look on thee In this cold world again? |
| Squire: | I see I'll have no peace in life Until my daughter's safely married. |
| Harry: | A week's delay will solve the doubt, And then you'll wish, you'll wish you'd tarried... |
| Squire: | I see I'll have... |
| Chorus: | There's nothing certain in this life Except that she'll be someone's, Except that she'll be someone's, someone's wife. |
| Squire: | Bring your dames to grace the set, We shall dance a minuet. I will show you merry wassail Up at Coverdale tonight. |
| Chorus: | Yes, our dames shall grace the set, What a welcome we shall get, What a welcome we shall get At the wedding and the festival At Coverdale tonight. |
| Mickey: | So they'll dance a minuet, That's a step I clane forget. It's a dismal soort o' measure where a prude salutes a prig. There's a step I ought to know That I learnt in Ballinasloe, So come out, me saucy colleen, An' we'll dance in Irish jig. |
| Principals: | Be it this or be it that,
neither one's the right, Hours are long and chance is strong You'll win your love tonight. |
| Chorus: | Yes, our dames shall grace the set, What a welcome we shall get, What a welcome we shall get, There'll be dawn in the sky And a moon on the wane Ere the guests shall go forth from Sir Miles's domain; There'll be dawn in the sky Ere the toasts shall run dry, And no one will drink there more deeply than I To Alice, the pride of the whole country side, And the brave Captain Romney who's won the fair bride! Then away, dance away, with a hip, hip, hurrah! For Alice's wedding is fixed for today, To Alice, the pride of the whole country side, And the brave Captain Romney who's won the fair bride! Then away, dance away, with a hip, hip, hurrah! For Alice's wedding is fixed for today, is fixed for today. |
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Page modified 5 January 2017