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No. 4 — TRIO
| Piscator. | It's really very hard, When you sit upon the sward |
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| In a carefully selected situation, | ||
| How many foolish folks Will crack their silly jokes |
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| And intrude upon your peaceful meditation, | ||
| With a "Have you any sport?" And silly questions of a sort |
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| That their idiocy utter plainly show! | ||
| Their remarks excite my ire; And, to all who thus inquire, |
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| My rebuttal is emphatically "No!" | ||
| Now sunset, right at six — Is the time to-day I fix |
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| My labour piscatorial to leave; | |||
| Till then, leave me alone; And your header please postpone |
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| Till the advent of the over-dewy eve. | |||
| Till that hour I must decline To put up my rod and line, |
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| And home with creel untenanted to go! | |||
| Have a little patience, please! | |||
| (Amanda kneels to him.) | |||
| Psha! don't go on your knees: | |||
| My decision is emphatically "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" | |||
| Amanda. | Gentle fisher, hear my prayer, hear, hear, hear! Gentle fisher, hear my prayer! |
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| Turn not from me thus away! | ||
| Eye me not with stony stare; | ||
| Hear a love-lorn maiden's lay! | ||
| Vainly do I pray — protest! | ||
| He doth pity not my pain; | ||
| Hope deserts my aching breast — | ||
| Dark Despair begins his reign! | ||
| Amandus. |
Whom have we here? A maiden gay. | |
| (aside) | She little knows what I intend! | |
| Prithee, fair one, trip away; | ||
| Leave me to my gloomy end! | ||
| Woman, woman, born to vex, | ||
| Ever 'cross our path ye stray; | ||
| Amanda. | Amandus. | Piscator. |
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| Why is it your lovely sex | ||
| Is so often in | ||
| Oh | the | |
| turn | way? | Till |
| not from me thus a- | then leave me alone, | |
| way! | Little does she | and to all who thus enquire, my |
| know what I intend! | answer is emphatically "No!" | |
| No! No! No! No! | No! No! No! No! | "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" |
| Amanda & Amandus | Piscator. |
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| Haste on, ye hours, with flying feet! | It's really very hard, when you sit upon the shard |
| Your silver sandals cast away: | in a carefully selected situation, how |
| Enwrap with twilight's winding-sheet | many foolish folks will crack their silly jokes |
| The beauties of the dying day! | and intrude upon your peaceful meditation, |
| with a | |
| Haste on, ye hours! Ye stay too long | "Have you any sport?" and silly questions of a sort that |
| For lovers who are lorn and lone; | their idiocy utter plainly show! |
| For everything on earth goes wrong! | Their remarks excite my ire; and, to all who thus inquire, |
| my re- | |
| Haste on, ye hours! haste on! | buttal is emphatically "No!" |
| Hasten on, hasten on, | |
| It is emphati- | |
| for lov- | cally "No!" |
| It is emphati- | |
| ers who are lorn and lone, | cally "No!" "No!" "No!" |
| Hasten on, hasten on, | |
| It is emphati- | |
| for lovers | cally "No!" It is emphatically |
| lorn and lone, | "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" |
| "No!" | |
| haste | |
| "No!" "No!" | |
| on, | "No!" "No!" "No!" |
| haste on! | "No!" "No!" |
| Haste on, haste on! | "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" |
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Page modified 13 July 2008