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Nos. 23-4: RECIT. & BALLAD (Iolanthe)
RECIT. (Iolanthe, Queen, Lord Chancellor & Fairies)
"My Lord, a suppliant at your feet...
He loves...
It may not be, for so the fates decide"
He loves! If in the bygone years |
He dies! If fondly laid aside |
The Lord Chancellor is moved by this appeal. After a pause.
Lord Chancellor. |
It may not be – for so the fates decide! Learn thou that Phyllis is my promised bride. |
Iolanthe (in horror) |
Thy bride! No! No! |
Lord Chancellor. |
It shall be so! Those who would separate us woe betide! |
Iolanthe. |
My doom thy lips have spoken – I plead in vain! |
Fairies. (without) |
Forbear! Forbear! |
Iolanthe. |
A vow already broken I break again! |
Fairies. (without) |
Forbear! Forbear! |
Iolanthe. |
For him – for her – for thee I yield my life. Behold – it may not be! I am thy wife. |
Fairies. |
Aiaiah! Aiaiah! Aiaiah! Willaloo! Willaloo! |
Lord Chancellor, (recognizing her) |
Iolanthe! thou livest? |
Iolanthe. |
Aye! I live! Now let me die! |
Enter Fairy Queen and Fairies. Iolanthe kneels to her.
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