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No. 16: Recitative and Ballad (Teresa)
Enter TERESA. Her manner suggests that she is crazed.
TERESA. | ||
All alone to my eerie I wander a-weary, | ||
A desolate maid of her lover bereft; | ||
What matter? ’tis only a heart that is lonely — | ||
A-many the maids that a lover has left! |
BALLAD.
Whispering breeze, | ||
Bring me my dear! | ||
Wind-shaken trees, | ||
Beckon him here! | ||
Rivulet, hie — | ||
Prithee go see — | ||
Birds, as ye fly, | ||
Call him to me! | ||
Tell him the tale of the tears that I shed — Tell him I die for the love that is dead! Tell him the tale of the tears that I shed — Tell him I die for the love that is dead! |
Heart that in jest | ||
Laughed him to scorn, | ||
Now in my breast | ||
Lying forlorn — | ||
Idle to plead — | ||
Cherish thy chain — | ||
Thou shall be freed | ||
Never again! | ||
My heart it is sad and a-weary
my head, For I weep and I die for the love that is dead! My heart it is sad and a-weary my head, For I weep and I die for the love that is dead! |
She sinks, weeping, on a seat.