No. 5
No. 5 — DUET (Amanda & Amandus)
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Amandus. |
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My heart is doubly |
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broken! By |
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Don't say that! |
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all that you have |
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spoken. I'd |
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Don't say that! |
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not hurt you, even slightly, |
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Or wound you e'er so lightly! |
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But you haven't acted right- |
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ly! |
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Don't say that! |
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I shall never lover ano- |
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ther! My af- |
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Don't say that! |
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fections I shall smo- |
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ther! To some |
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convent far from fun |
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I'll incontinently run |
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I shall never love ano- |
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ther! My af- |
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Don't say that! |
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fections I shall smo- |
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ther! To some |
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Don't say that! |
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convent far from fun |
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I'll incontinently run, |
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And I'll live and die a nun! |
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Don't say that! |
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Yes, I'll live and die a nun! |
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Dont' say that! |
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Don't say that! |
| Amanda. (rising, overcoming her emotion) |
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Down, selfish grief! and from another's sorrow
Some consolation let me try and borrow!
Tell me, how came Clorinda to reject
So nice a man as you without regret?
You did not urge your suit well, I expect. |
| Amandus |
All man can do, I did. |
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I'll tell to thee. |
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First I took her lily hand. |
AMANDUS (suiting his action to his words).
Just like this.
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Then her waist I gently spanned. |
| AMANDUS (as before). |
Just like this; |
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Crying, "Cruel Clorinda, hear!
Oh, I love you very dear!"
Then I drew her still more near. |
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Mem'ries, old mem'ries, sadly sweet are ye; |
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Painful, yet precious, we keep you long in store; |
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Like faded rose-leaves shaken from the tree. |
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Bringing back the summer when summer-time is o'er. |
| Amandus |
Then I sighed and softly squeezed her. |
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Kissed her hand; me-thought it pleased her. |
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Then I begged her of her grace
Not to turn away her face,
But let me on her lips place — |
| Amandus (kissing her). |
Only this. |
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Mem'ries, old mem'ries, sadly sweet are ye; |
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Painful, yet precious, we keep you long in store; |
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Like faded rose-leaves shaken from the tree. |
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Bringing back the summer when summer-time is o'er,
Bringing back the summer when summer-time is o'er. |
(A church clock strikes six in the distance.)
Page modified 3 August 2019
