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No. 16: Scena (Lutin & Chorus)
 MIDI
File [28KB, 4' 33"] |
Hurried music. Enter mortal LUTIN over the edge of the cloud, staggering onto stage as though violently impelled from below.
| Lutin. | |||||
| Help! help! help! Whatever has become of me? | |||||
| Help! help! help! Wherever am I now? | |||||
| Help! help! help! Who's made a tee-to-tum of me? | |||||
| When came I here, why came I here, whence came I here, and how? | |||||
| Whatever has become of me? | |||||
| Wherever am I now? | |||||
| Who's made a tee-to-tum of me? | |||||
| When came I here, why came I here, whence came I here, and how? | |||||
| Uprising with velocity This impolite atrocity Excites my curiosity — |
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| But stay, I'm coming to — But stay, I'm coming to — But stay, I'm coming to — |
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| I've gained my senses! | |||||
| I've died a death deplorable, For ever unrestorable, And left my wife adorable |
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| To weep and pay my fu — To weep and pay my fu — To weep and pay my fu — |
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| neral expenses! | |||||
| Help! help! help! Whatever has become of me? | |||||
| Wherever am I now? | |||||
| Who's made a tee-to-tum of me? | |||||
| When came I here, why came I here, whence came I here, and how? | |||||
During this the Fairies have entered, led by ZAYDA, LOCRINE, NEODIE, FLETA, and others. They examine him curiously and with much amusement.
| Zayda. | A freak of nature — not of Art! | ||
| 'Tis Lutin, without wing! | |||
| Fleta. | His likeness, his likeness to his counterpart | ||
| Is most astonishing! Is most astonishing! |
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| Leila. | How beautifully formed is he — | ||
| How delicately quaint! | |||
| Cora. | I wonder, I wonder, I wonder will he prove to be | ||
| A sinner or a saint? | |||
| Chorus. | We wonder, we wonder, we wonder will he prove to be | ||
| A sinner or a saint? | |||
| We lay no stress On blamelessness, But still we wait To speculate On this — will he Turn out to be |
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| A sinner or a saint? | |||
| Will he turn out to be | |||
| A sinner or a saint? Ah! | |||
LUTIN is much impressed with the beauty of the Fairies.
| Lutin. | |||
| Though I'm no Mussulman, it's true, | |||
| Yet by some strange device | |||
| My soul has found its way into | |||
| Mahomet's Paradise! | |||
| If this is all I have to pay | |||
| For my career perverse, | |||
| It might have been, I'm bound to say, | |||
| Considerably worse! | |||
| Considering, I've had my fling, 'Tis very well; For, truth to tell, From what I glean, It might have been |
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| Considerably worse! | |||
| Zayda & Lochrine. | |||
| Considering, He's had his fling, It might have been |
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| Considerably worse! Considerably worse! |
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| Lutin. | Chorus. | ||||
| If this is all I have to pay | We lay no stress | ||||
| For my career perverse, | On blamelessness, | ||||
| It might have been, I'm bound to say, | But still we wait | ||||
| Considerably worse! | To speculate on this — | ||||
| We wonder, | |||||
| They wonder! | |||||
| To speculate | |||||
| They wonder, will I prove to be | We wonder, will he prove to be | ||||
| A sinner or a saint? | A sinner or a saint? | ||||
| Lutin. | Zayda. | Lochrine. | Chorus. | ||||
| A sinner |
We wonder, we wonder, |
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| or a saint? |
A sinner or a saint? | ||||||
| They wonder! they wonder! |
A sinner |
We wonder, we wonder, |
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| A sinner or a saint? | Ah! | Ah! | A sinner or a saint? | ||||
Exit ZAYDA.
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