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| No. 8: Duet (Woodpecker & Marchioness) | |
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MIDI File [24Kb, 2' 27"] |
| Woodpecker. | ||
| The slave of impulse I, Born 'neath the azure sky |
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| Of beautiful Firenze. | ||
| With fierce desires I brim, When I conceive a whim, |
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| That whim becomes a frenzy! | ||
| A wish ungratified, Wounds my Italian pride, |
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| Like stab of sharp stiletto. | ||
| My blood is turned to gall, I cannot sing — I squall, And, this is worst of all — |
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| Away, away, away goes my falsetto, My exquisite falsetto! |
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| Marchioness. (aside.) | Woodpecker. | ||||
| Oh, heavens! Should it
befall, My guests it will appal, If, when assembled all — |
My blood is turned to gall, I cannot sing — I squall, And, this is worst of all — |
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| Away, away, away goes his falsetto! His exquisite falsetto! |
Away, away, away goes my falsetto, My exquisite falsetto! |
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| Marchioness. | ||
| Lord of the Upper G, By peers of high degree |
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| Assiduously courted! | ||
| Falsettist all divine, No heaven-sent whim of thine |
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| Ought ever to be thwarted. | ||
| Society should strain Each nerve to spare thee pain, |
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| Whatever's on the tapis; | ||
| The impulse I admire That's born of Southern fire; I know what you require — |
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| Here — take it, and be happy. | ||
| (Takes off her shoe and gives it to him.) | ||
| Take it, and be happy. | ||
| Marchioness. (hopping.) | Woodpecker. (puzzled.) | ||||
| The impulse I admire That's born of Southern fire: I know what you require — I know what you require — Too well what you require — |
Although I much
desire A part of your attire, That's not what I require — That's not what I require — That's not what I require — |
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| Here, take it, take it, Take it, and be happy, Take it, and be happy! |
That, that, No that will not, no that Will not make me happy! |
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