ACT I
Introduction & No. 1:
Chorus and Song (Hassan)
SCENE. — Court of Hassan's house. Entrance to house on left. At back and on right view of streets.
Hassan is seated contemplating the view over the city. He is surrounded by his wives, who are lying on divans. It is a beautiful moonlit night.
CHORUS OF WIVES.
Hassan turns round on his seat, and faces the audience.
SONG. — Hassan.
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Chorus (to one another). | ||
Another wife, Might spoil his life, Because you see ('Twixt you and me), She might have tricks That would not mix |
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With dolce far niente! |
Hassan. | |||
It may occur to you | |||
That only twenty-five | |||
Are singularly few — | |||
To that, of course, I'm quite alive! | |||
My wealth is so immense | |||
Their number I could double; | |||
I do not fear expense | |||
So much, you see, as extra trouble! | |||
I smoke my hubble-bubble,
And calculate the trouble; |
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The trouble I've With twenty-five |
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Twice twenty-five would double! | |||
A simple thumb
And finger sum — It's rule of three It seems to me; Our Arabic Arithmetic |
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Would prove the trouble double! |
Chorus (to one another). | ||
A simple thumb, And finger sum It's rule of three It seems to me; Our Arabic Arithmetic |
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Would prove the trouble double! |
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