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No. 2: Chorus (with solos)
No. 3: Recit. & Song (Lutin) with Chorus
Enter LUTIN, appearing through the gap in the cloud as though rising from the earth below.
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| Hail, Lutin, wondrous traveller! | |||
| Thrice welcome back to Fairyland! | |||
| Hail, Lutin, wondrous traveller! | |||
| Thrice welcome back to Fairyland! | |||
| Exploring fay, thyself bestir | |||
| To tell us all That did befall |
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| Thy stay amid those mortals banned While far, far away from Fairyland! |
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| Darine. | ||
| We to ascertain are eager All the ills that did beleaguer |
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| And assail thy mortal portals Whilst thou wast among the mortals. |
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| Fleta. | ||
| Didst thou join in all their revels? Drink and dance with all their devils? |
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| Didst thou see, with awestruck daring, Dicer dicing, swearer swearing? |
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| Chorus. | ||
| Tell us all that did befall — Tell us some and tell us all! |
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| Zayda. | ||
| Didst thou watch, with sorrow sobbing, Liar lying, robber robbing, |
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| Drinker drinking, gorger gorging, Pinker pinking, forger forging? |
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| Locrine. | ||
| Cooer cooing, biller billing, Wooer wooing, killer killing, |
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| Prater prating, blabber blabbing, Hater hating, stabber stabbing? |
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| Chorus. | ||||
| Tell us all that did befall — Tell us some and tell us all! |
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| Didst thou join in all their revels? Didst thou dance with all their devils? |
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| Didst thou see, with awe-struck daring Dicer dicing — swearer swearing? |
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| Didst thou watch, with sorrow sobbing, Liar lying, robber robbing, |
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| Drinker drinking, gorger gorging, Pinker pinking, forger forging? |
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| Prater prating, blabber blabbing, Hater hating, stabber stabbing? |
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| Kicker kicking, beater beating, Sticker sticking, cheater cheating? |
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| Ah! | ||||
| Tell us all that did befall — O tell us some and tell us all, |
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| tell us some and tell us all, tell us all! |
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| Lutin. (recit.) | ||||
| What! tell you all? Not so! | ||||
| All that down there occurred? | ||||
| 'Twould numb your souls with awe — | ||||
| You know not what you ask! | ||||
| Describe you all I know? | ||||
| Repeat you all I heard? | ||||
| Narrate you all I saw? | ||||
| God save me from such task! | ||||
| One tale I'll try to tell — it will
suffice To illustrate their tendency to vice! |
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SONG— Lutin.
| Lutin. | One incident I'll tell that will appall | |
| Each gentle little heart and head. | ||
| Come, fairies, gather round me, one and all — | ||
| (The details to impart I dread!) | ||
| A tale to cause a demon's flesh to creep, | ||
| And absolutely shock his ears; | ||
| 'Twould bring the tears to eyes that never weep, | ||
| And melt a very rock to tears! | ||
| Chorus. | 'Twould melt a very rock to tears! | |
| Lutin. | So horribly bad that
tale appears, It's scarcely fit for fairy spheres; 'Twould outrage e'en a demon's ears — And I'm going to tell it to you, my dears! |
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| Chorus. (in great delight). | ||
| He's going to tell it
to us, my dears! He's going to tell it to us, my dears! |
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| Lutin. | Although 'twill make
your blood run cold, The terrible details I'll unfold! |
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| Chorus. | So horribly bad that tale appears, It's scarcely fit for fairy spheres; 'Twould outrage e'en a demon's ears — |
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| Lutin. | And I'm going to tell it to you, my dears! | |
| Lutin. | There was a gallant knight of Portugee, | |
| Who loved a Moorish maid so well | ||
| That he took ship and sailed to Barbaree | ||
| (That's where the little jade did dwell). | ||
| He journeyed o'er the stormy sea apace | ||
| (Of nothing was that knight afraid), | ||
| And when at last they met in an embrace, | ||
| What do you think the naughty maiden said? | ||
| Chorus. | We wonder what the little hussy said! | |
| Lutin. | (spoken) She said — but no, their
dark careers Would shock your souls and draw your tears; They're quite unfit for decent ears — And I'm hanged if I'll tell 'em to you, my dears! |
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| Chorus. (disappointed). | ||
| He'll be hanged if he'll tell 'em to
us, my dears! He'll be hanged if he'll tell 'em to us, my dears! |
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| Lutin. | First thoughts are silver — second,
gold; And I'm sorry to say that they can't be told! |
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| Chorus. (vexed). | ||
| His tale is cast in mocking mould — He says it is both bad and bold; We hoped for details, and behold — |
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| Lutin. | I'm sorry to say that they can't be
told! I'm sorry to say they can't be told! I'm sorry to say they can't be told! |
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| Lutin. | Sopranos. | Altos. | |||
| He's sorry, | |||||
| he's sorry, he's sorry, | He's sorry, he's sorry, | ||||
| I'm sorry, I'm sorry, | he's sorry, he's sorry, | he's sorry, he's sorry, | |||
| to say they can't be told! | to say they can't be told! | to say they can't be told! | |||
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