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No. 8: Song (Selene) & Chorus
| Selene. | ||
| Poor, purblind, untaught youths, We seek to teach ye truths |
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| Which now ye wot not of, as we suppose! | ||
| Our aid ye sorely need. For ye are frail indeed — Each a poor fragile reed |
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| Swayed to and fro by every breeze that blows! | ||
| [Taking his hand and stroking it tenderly. | ||
| And we are good and pure, Safe from temptations lure. |
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| (There are no temptations to disturb our rest!) | ||
| Unknown the fierce delights That lure attractive knights Into disastrous plights, Into disastrous plights! |
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| (aside to DARINE).1 | ||
| They are attractive, it must be confessed! | ||
| Chorus. | ||
| Though worldly passions animate each
breast, They are attractive, it must be confessed! |
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| Selene. | ||
| Poor maidens to deceive A potent spell ye weave, |
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| To which those all-too-willing victims yield! | ||
| [Kissing his hand. | ||
| We fairies hope to show The ills that from it flow, And teach you to forgo |
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| The marv'lous enchantment, The marv'lous enchantment that ye wield. |
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| [Gently stroking his face. | ||
| Homeward returning then, Pure, simple, guileless men, |
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| Say this to all the maids with whom ye are in touch,2 | ||
| "Would ye live free from harm? Then shun, in wild alarm, Our strange mysterious charm! |
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| (Aside to ZAYDA, sighing). | ||
| The maids may shun it, but I doubt it much. | ||
| Chorus. | ||
| Would ye escape the plights That spring from love's delights, Shun all attractive knights! |
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| (Aside to each other, sighing). | ||
| The maids may do so, but I doubt it much! | ||
| Selene. | Chorus. | ||
| Ah! I doubt it much, doubt it much! | Ah! | ||
| Ah! I doubt | Ah! | ||
| it much! | The maids may do so, | ||
| But I doubt it much, | But I doubt it much, I doubt | ||
| I doubt it much! | it, doubt it much! | ||
During SELENE's song and the chorus, DARINE, ZAYDA, and others have been dealing tenderly with PHYLLON. All show that they are deeply impressed by the two knights.
ENSEMBLE. — Sir Ethais and Sir Phyllon (nudging each other).
13 August, 2011ake offence —| Phyllon. | ||
| With keen remorse | ||
| We tell you penitentially, | ||
| Our lives are course | ||
| And villainous essentially — | ||
| But bred and born | ||
| In Pagan Principality, | ||
| We view with scorn | ||
| Our former immorality. | ||
| Ethais. | ||
| Of blameless state | ||
| We've hope infinitesimal | ||
| (We calculate | ||
| Its value to a decimal), | ||
| Unless at once | ||
| You give, experimentally, | ||
| Each wayward dunce | ||
| A polish-up, parentally! | ||
| Phyllon. (to DARINE). | ||
| This humble pie | ||
| Is but a tough comestible | ||
| Which he and I | ||
| Find rather indigestible! | ||
| Ethais (to SELENE). | ||
| That's just his way — | ||
| An ill-bred Oriental man. | ||
| Forgive him, pray — | ||
| Of course he's not a gentleman! | ||
| Phyllon. | ||
| My penitence | ||
| Perhaps is unconventional. | ||
| Ethais (to SELENE). | ||
| I'm sure it's unintentional. | ||
| Both. | ||
| For both are bound | ||
| For fairy course probational; | ||
| So pray expound | ||
| This system educational! | ||
| Chorus. | ||
| With keen remorse, keen remorse | ||
| They tell us penitentially | ||
| Their lives are coarse | ||
| And villianous essentially. | ||
| Darine, Zayda and Locrine. | |||
| Oh, gentle knights, with joy elate, | |||
| We'll teach you to abjure | |||
| All earthly dross, and cultivate | |||
| The blameless and the pure! | |||
| Be docile pupils in our school, | |||
| While we, with earnest heart, | |||
| Of all that's good, of all that's good | |||
| And all that's beautiful | |||
| The theories3 impart! | |||
| Chorus. | |||
| Be docile pupils in our school, | |||
| While we, with earnest heart, | |||
| Of all that's good, of all that's good | |||
| And all that's beautiful | |||
| The theories impart! | |||
| Darine, Zayda and Locrine. | Chorus. | ||
| Of all that's beautiful | The theories impart! | ||
| The theories impart! | The theories impart! | ||
| Selene. (recit.) | ||
| If my obedient pupils you would be, You must avow your loyalty to me. |
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| No doubt you recognise Some formula, world-wise, |
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| That binds your heart in solemn fealty? | ||
| 1. Zayda in the libretto, Darine in the vocal score. | ||||||
| 2. This line and those following read: | ||||||
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| 3. For "theories" read "principles" in the libretto. | ||||||
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