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ACT II
No. 19: SONG (Cyril)
"Would you know the kind of maid"
"Would you know the kind of maid"
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MIDI File [20KB, 2' 37"] |
During symphony Hilarion and Florian try to stop Cyril . He shakes them off angrily.
| Cyril. | ||
| Would you know the kind of maid | ||
| Sets my heart a-flame-a? | ||
| Eyes must be downcast and staid, | ||
| Cheeks must flush for shame-a! | ||
| She may neither dance nor sing, But, demure in ev'rything, Hang her head in modest way, With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say, |
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| "Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, | ||
| Though I die of shame-a!" | ||
| Please you, that's the kind of maid | ||
| Sets my heart a-flame-a! | ||
| "Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, | ||
| Though I die of shame-a!" | ||
| Please you, that's the kind of maid | ||
| Sets my heart a-flame-a! | ||
| When a maid is bold and gay, | ||
| With a tongue goes clang-a, | ||
| Flaunting it in brave array, | ||
| Maiden may go hang-a | ||
| Maiden may go hang-a Sunflower gay and hollyhock Never shall my garden stock; Mine the blushing rose of May, With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say, |
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| "Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, | ||
| Though I die of shame-a!" | ||
| Please you, that's the kind of maid | ||
| Sets my heart a-flame-a! | ||
| "Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, | ||
| Though I die of shame-a!" | ||
| Please you, that's the kind of maid | ||
| Sets my heart a-flame-a! | ||
(Music continues through dialogue.)
| Princess. | Infamous creature, get you hence away! |
Hilarion, who has been with difficulty restrained by Florian during this song,
breaks from him and strikes Cyril furiously on the breast.
| HIlarion. | Dog! There is something more to sing about! | ||||
| Cyril. | (sobered) Hilarion, are you mad? | ||||
| Princess. | (horrified) | Hilarion? Help! | |||
| Why, these are men! Lost! lost! betrayed, undone! | |||||
| (Running on to bridge.) | |||||
| Girls, get you hence! Man-monsters, if you dare Approach one step, I – Ah! |
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| (Loses her balance and falls into the stream.) | |||||
| Psyche. | Oh! Save her, sir! | ||||
| Blanche. | It's useless, sir – you'll only catch your death! | ||||
| (Hilarion springs in.) | |||||
| Sacharissa. | He catches her! | ||||
| Melissa. | And now he lets her go! | ||||
| Again she's in his grasp – | |||||
| Psyche. | And now she's not, | ||||
| He seizes her back hair! | |||||
| Blanche. | (not looking) | And it comes off! | |||
| Psyche. | No, no! She's saved! – she's saved! – she's saved! – | ||||
| she's saved! | |||||
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