The Gondoliers - Libretto (Gilbert & Sullivan)

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THE GONDOLIERS OR

THE KING OF BARATARIA

WRITTEN BY

W. S. GILBERT COMPOSED BY

ARTHUR SULLIVAN

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

THE DUKE OF PLAZA-TORO (a Grandee of Spain) LUIZ (his Attendant)

DON ALHAMBRA DEL BOLERO (the Grand Inquisitor) MARCO PALMIERI

 GIUSEPPE PALMIERI ANTONIO FRANCESCO GIORGIO

ANNIBALE

(Venetian Gondoliers)

THE DUCHESS OF PLAZA-TORO CASILDA (her Daughter) GIANETTA

TESSA

FIAMETTA (Contadine) VITTORIA

GIULIA

INEZ (the King’s Foster-mother)

Chorus of Gondoliers and Contadine, Men-at-Arms, Heralds, and Pages. ACT I. – The Piazzetta, Venice.

ACT II. – Pavilion in the Palace of Barataria.

(An interval of three months is supposed to elapse between Acts I and II.) Date – 1750.

 

THE GONDOLIERS ACT I

SCENE. – The Piazzetta, Venice. The Ducal Palace on the right. FIAMETTA, GIULIA, VITTORIA, and other Contadine discovered, each tying a bouquet of roses.

CHORUS. FIA.

CHORUS. FIA. CHORUS.

CHORUS OF CONTADINE.

List and learn, ye dainty roses, Roses white and roses red,

Why we bind you into posies

Ere your morning bloom has fled.

By a law of maiden’s making, Accents of a heart that’s aching, Even though that heart be breaking,

Should by maiden be unsaid: Though they love with love exceeding, They must seem to be unheeding –

Go ye then and do their pleading,

Roses white and roses red! FIAMETTA.

Two there are for whom, in duty, Every maid in Venice sighs –

Two so peerless in their beauty

That they shame the summer skies.

We have hearts for them, in plenty, They have hearts, but all too few,

We, alas, are four-and-twenty! They, alas, are only two!

We, alas!

Alas!

Are four-and-twenty,

They, alas!

Alas! Are only two.

They, alas, are only two, alas! Now ye know, ye dainty roses,

Roses white and roses red, Why we bind you into posies,

Ere your morning bloom has fled, Roses white and roses red!

(During this chorus ANTONIO, FRANCESCO, GIORGIO, and other Gondoliers have entered unobserved by the Girls – at first two, then two more, then four, then half a dozen, then the remainder of the Chorus.)

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The Gondoliers

FRANC. FIA. GIULIA.

ANT. ALL. ANT. GIOR.

FIA. VIT. GIULIA.

FIA. and VIT. ANT.

SOLI.

Good morrow, pretty maids; for whom prepare ye These floral tributes extraordinary?

For Marco and Giuseppe Palmieri,

The pink and flower of all the Gondolieri. They’re coming here, as we have heard but lately, To choose two brides from us who sit sedately. Do all you maidens love them?

Passionately!

These gondoliers are to be envied greatly!

But what of us, who one and aadore you?

Have pity on our passion, we implore you!

These gentlemen must make their choice before you; In the meantime we tacitly ignore you.

When they have chosen two that leaves you plenty – Two dozen we, and, ye are four-and-twenty.

Till then, enjoy your dolce far niente.

With pleasure, nobody contradicente!

SONG – ANTONIO and CHORUS.

For the merriest fellows are we, tra la, That ply on the emerald sea, tra la;

With loving and laughing,

And quipping and quaffing, We’re happy as happy can be, tra la – With loving and laughing, etc.

With sorrow we’ve nothing to do, tra la, And care is a thing to pooh-pooh, tra la;

And Jealousy yellow,

Unfortunate fellow,

We drown in the shimmering blue, tra la –

And Jealousy yellow, etc.

See, see, at last they come to make their choice – Let us acclaim them with united voice.

FIA. (looking off).

(MARCO and GIUSEPPE appear in gondola at back.)

CHORUS (Girls). Hail, hail! gallant gondolieri, ben’ venuti! ben’ venuti! Accept our love; our homage, and our duty.

Ben’ venuti! ben’ venuti!

(MARCO and GIUSEPPE jump ashore – the Girls salute them.)

DUET – MARCO and GIUSEPPE, with CHORUS OF GIRLS.

MAR. and GIU. GIRLS.

MAR. and GIU. (bowing). GIRLS.

Buon’ giorno, signorine! Gondolieri carissimi!

Siamo contadine! Servitors umilissimi!

Per chi questi fiori – Quests fiori bellissimi?

Per voi, bei signori,

Act I 3 O eccellentissimi!

(The Girls present their bouquets to MARCO and GIUSEPPE, who are overwhelmed with them, and carry them with difficulty.)

MAR. and GIU. (their arms full of flowers). GIRLS.

MAR. and GIU. (deprecatingly).

(To FIA. and VIT.) GIRLS (deprecatingly).

MAR. and GIU.

GIRLS (deprecatingly).

(Curtseying to MAR. and GIU.) MAR. and GIU. (deprecatingly).

O ciel’! O ciel’!

Buon’ giorno, cavalieri! Siamo gondolieri. Signorina, io t’amo! Contadine siamo. Signorine!

Contadine!

Cavalieri

Gondolieri!

Poveri gondolieri!

CHORUS.

Buon’ giorno, signorine, etc. DUET – MARCO and GIUSEPPE.

We’re called gondolieri, But that’s a vagary,

It’s quite honorary

The trade that we ply. For gallantry noted

Since we were short-coated, To beauty devoted,

Giuseppe

Are Marco

When morning is breaking, Our couches forsaking,

To greet their awaking

With carols we come. At summer day’s nooning, When weary lagooning, Our mandolins tuning,

We lazily thrum. When vespers are ringing, To hope ever clinging, With songs of our singing

A vigil we keep, When daylight is fading, Enwrapt in night’s shading, With soft serenading

We sing them to sleep. We’re called gondolieri, etc.

RECITATIVE – MARCO and GIUSEPPE.

And now to choose our brides! As all are young and fair,

And amiable besides,

We really do not care

A preference to declare.

MAR. GIU.

BOTH.

and I;

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The Gondoliers

MAR. GIU .

ALL. GIRLS.

MEN.

GIU. MAR. BOTH.

ALL.

A bias to disclose

Would be indelicate –

And therefore we propose To let impartial Fate Select for us a mate!

Viva!

A bias to disclose .

Would be indelicate – But how do they propose

To let impartial Fate

Select for them a mate?

These handkerchiefs upon our eyes be good enough to bind,

And take good care that both of us are absolutely blind; Then turn us round – and we, with all convenient despatch, Will undertake to marry any two of you we catch!

GIRLS.

ALL.

CHORUS OF GIRLS.

CHORUS OF MEN.

Black, and white, and dapple grey, sir; Turn three times, then take your courses,

Catch whichever girl you may, sir! My papa, etc.

Viva! They undertake to marry any two of

us they catch! them they catch!

FIA. (to MARCO). MAR.

VIT. (to GIUSEPPE). GIU.

FIA. (detecting MARCO).

VIT. (detecting GIUSEPPE).

(The Girls prepare to bind their eyes as directed.)

Are you peeping? Can you see me?

Dark I’m keeping, Dark and dreamy!

If you’re blinded Truly, say so. All right-minded

Players play so! Conduct shady!

They are cheating! Surely they de-

Serve a beating! This too much is;

Maidens mocking – Conduct such is

Truly shocking! You can spy, sir! Shut your eye, sir!

You may use it by and by, sir! You can see, sir!

Don’t tell me, sir!

That will do – now let it be, sir! My papa he keeps three horses,

(MARCO and GIUSEPPE turn round, as directed, and try to catch the girls. Business of blind-man’s buff. Eventually MARCO catches GIANETTA, and GIUSEPPE catches TESSA. The two girls try to escape, but in vain. The two men pass their hands over

(MARCO slyly lifts bandage.)

(slyly lifts bandage).

(replaces bandage).

(replaces bandage).

the girls’ faces to discover their identity.) GIU. I’ve at length achieved a capture!

(Guessing.)

CHORUS. Rapture, rapture!

MAR. (guessing). To me Gianetta fate has granted!

GIA.

TESS.

CHORUS OF GIRLS.

ALL.

Thank you, gallant gondolieri!

In a set and formal measure

It is scarcely necessary

To express our pleasure.

Each of us to prove a treasure,

Conjugal and monetary,

Gladly will devote our leisure,

Gallant gondolieri.

Tra, la, la, la, la, la, etc.

Gay and gallant gondolieri,

Take us both and hold us tightly,

You have luck extraordinary;

We might have been unsightly! If we judge your conduct rightly,

’Twas a choice involuntary;

Still we thank you most politely,

Gay and gallant gondolieri! – Tra, la, la, la, la, la, etc.

Thank you, gallant gondolieri;

In a set and formal measure,

It is scarcely necessary

To express our pleasure.

Each of us to prove a treasure Gladly will devote our leisure,

Gay and gallant gondolieri! Tra, la, la, la, la, la, etc. Fate in this has put his finger

Let us bow to Fate’s decree, Then no longer let us linger,

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This is Tessa! (removes bandage). Rapture, rapture! (removes bandage).

Just the very girl I wanted! CHORUS. Just the very girl he wanted!

GIU. (politely to MAR.). If you’d rather change – TESS. My goodness!

This indeed is simple rudeness. MAR. (politely to GIU.). I’ve no preference whatever

GIA. Listen to him! Well, I never!

(Each man kisses each girl.)

To the altar hurry we!

(They all dance off two and two GIANETTA with MARCO, TESSA with GIUSEPPE.)

(Flourish. A gondola arrives at the Piazzetta steps, from which enter the DUKE OF PLAZA-TORO, the DUCHESS, their daughter CASILDA, and their attendant LUIZ, who carries a drum. All are dressed in pompous but old and faded clothes.)

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DUKE.

DUCH. CAS. LUIZ.

ALL.

DUKE.

DUCH. CAS. LUIZ.

ALL.

The Gondoliers

(Entrance of DUKE,, DUCHESS, CASILDA, and LUIZ.)

From the sunny Spanish shore, The Duke of Plaza-Tor’ –

And His Grace’s Duchess true – And His Grace’s daughter, too – And His Grace’s private drum To Venetia’s shores have come:

If ever, ever, ever

They get back to Spain,

They will never, never, never Cross the sea again –

Neither that Grandee from the Spanish shore, The noble Duke of Plaza Tor’ –

Nor His Grace’s Duchess, staunch and true – You may add, His Grace’s daughter, too – Nor His Grace’s own particular drum

To Venetia’s shores will come: If ever, ever, ever

They get back to Spain,

They will never, never, never Cross the sea again!

DUKE. At last we have arrived at our destination. This is the Ducal Palace, and it is here that the Grand Inquisitor resides. As a Castilian hidalgo of ninety- five quarterings, I regret that I am unable to pay my state visit on a horse. As a Castilian hidalgo of that description, I should have preferred to ride through the streets of Venice; but owing, I presume, to an unusually wet season, the streets are in such a condition that equestrian exercise is impracticable. No matter. Where is our suite?

LUIZ (coming forward). Your Grace, I am here.

DUCH. Why do you not do yourself the honour to kneel when you address His Grace?

DUKE. My love, it is so small a matter! (To LUIZ.) Still, you may as well do it. (LUIZ kneels.)

CAS. The young man seems to entertain but an imperfect appreciation of the respect due from a menial to a Castilian hidalgo.

DUKE. My child, you are hard upon our suite.

CAS. Papa, I’ve no patience with the presumption of persons in his plebeian position. If he does not appreciate that position, let him be whipped until he does.

DUKE. Let us hope the omission was not intended as a slight. I should be much hurt if I thought it was. So would he. (To LUIZ.) Where are the halberdiers who were to have had the honour of meeting us here, that our visit to the Grand Inquisitor might be made in becoming state?

LUIZ. Your Grace, the halberdiers are mercenary people who stipulated for a trifle on account.

DUKE. How tiresome! Well, let us hope the Grand Inquisitor is a blind gentleman. And the band who were to have had the honour of escorting us? I see no band!

LUIZ. Your Grace, the band are sordid persons who required to be paid in advance.

Act I 7

DUCH. That’s so like a band!

DUKE (annoyed). Insuperable difficulties meet meat every turn!

DUCH. But surely they know His Grace?

LUIZ. Exactly – they know His Grace.

DUKE. Well, let us hope that the Grand Inquisitor is a deaf gentleman, A

cornet-à-piston would be something. You do not happen to possess the accomplishment of tootling like a cornet-à-piston?

LUIZ. Alas, no, Your Grace! But I can imitate a farmyard.

DUKE (doubtfully). I don’t see how that would help us. I don’t see how we could bring it in.

CAS. It would not help us in the least. We are not a parcel of graziers come to market, dolt! (LUIZ rises.)

DUKE. My love, our suite’s feelings! (To LUIZ.) Be so good as to ring the bell and inform the Grand Inquisitor that his Grace the Duke of Plaza-Toro, Count Matadoro, Baron Picadoro –

DUCH. And suite –

DUKE. And suite – have arrived at Venice, and seek –

CAS. Desire –

DUCH. Demand!

DUKE. And demand an audience.

LUIZ. Your Grace has but to command.

DUKE (much moved). I felt sure of it – I felt sure of it! (Exit LUIZ into Ducal

Palace.) And now, my love – (Aside to DUCHESS.) Shall we tell her? I think so – (Aloud to CASILDA.) And now, my love, prepare for a magnificent surprise. It is my agreeable duty to reveal to you a secret which should make you the happiest young lady in Venice!

CAS. A secret?

DUCH. A secret which, for State reasons, it has been necessary to preserve for twenty years.

DUKE. When you were a prattling babe of six months old you were married by proxy to no less a personage than the infant son and heir of His Majesty the immeasurably wealthy King of Barataria!

CAS. Married to the infant son of the King of Barataria? Was I consulted? (DUKE shakes his head.) Then it was a most unpardonable liberty!

DUKE. Consider his extreme youth and forgive him. Shortly after the ceremony that misguided monarch abandoned the creed of his forefathers, and became a Wesleyan Methodist of the most bigoted and persecuting type. The Grand Inquisitor, determined that the innovation should not be perpetuated in Barataria, caused your smiling and unconscious husband to be stolen and conveyed to Venice. A fortnight since the Methodist Monarch and all his Wesleyan Court were killed in an insurrection, and we are here to ascertain the whereabouts of your husband, and to hail you, our daughter, as Her Majesty, the reigning Queen of Barataria! (Kneels.)

(During this speech LUIZ re-enters.)

DUCH. Your Majesty! (Kneels.) (Drum roll.)

DUKE. It is at such moments as these that one feels how necessary it is to travel with a full band.

CAS. I, the Queen of Barataria! But I’ve nothing to wear! We are practically penniless!

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DUKE. That point has not escaped me. Although I am unhappily in straitened circumstances at present, my social influence is something enormous; and a Company, to be called the Duke of Plaza-Toro, Limited, is in course of formation to work me. An influential directorate has been secured, and I shall myself join the Board after allotment.

CAS. Am to understand that the Queen of Barataria may be called upon at any time to witness her honoured sire in process of liquidation?

DUCH. The speculation is not exempt from that drawback. If your father should stop, it will, of course, be necessary to wind him up.

CAS. But it’s so undignified it’s so degrading! A Grandee of Spain turned into a public company! Such a thing was never heard of!

DUKE. My child, the Duke of Plaza-Toro does not follow fashions – he leads them. He always leads everybody. When he was in the army he led his regiment. He occasionally led them into action. He invariably led them out of it.

SONG – DUKE OF PLAZA-TORO.

In enterprise of martial kind, When there was any fighting,

He led his regiment from behind – He found it less exciting.

But when away his regiment ran, His place was at the fore, O –

That celebrated, Cultivated, Underrated

Nobleman,

The Duke of Plaza-Toro!

ALL. In the first and foremost flight, ha, ha! You always found that knight, ha, ha!

That celebrated, Cultivated, Underrated Nobleman,

The Duke of Plaza-Toro!

When, to evade Destruction’s hand, To hide they all proceeded,

No soldier in that gallant band Hid half as well as he did.

He lay concealed throughout the war, And so preserved his gore, O!

That unaffected, Undetected, Well-connected

Warrior,

The Duke of Plaza-Toro!

ALL. In every doughty deed, ha, ha! He always took the lead, ha, ha!

That unaffected, Undetected,

ALL.

Well-connected Warrior,

The Duke of Plaza-Toro!

When told that they would all be shot Unless they left the service,

That hero hesitated not,

So marvellous his nerve is.

He sent his resignation in,

The first of all his corps, O!

That very knowing, Overflowing, Easy-going

Paladin,

The Duke of Plaza-Toro!

To men of grosser clay, -ha, ha! He always showed the way, ha, ha!

That very knowing, Overflowing, Easy-going

Paladin,

The Duke of Plaza-Toro!

(Exeunt DUKE and DUCHESS into Ducal Palace. As soon as they have disappeared, LUIZ and CASILDA rush to each other’s arms.)

RECITATIVE AND DUET – CASILDA and LUIZ.

O rapture, when alone together

Two loving hearts and those that bear them

May join in temporary tether,

Though Fate apart should rudely tear them.

Necessity, Invention’s mother,

Compelled me to a course of feigning –

But, left alone with one another,

I will atone for my disdaining!

Ah, well-beloved, Mine angry frown Is but a gown

That serves to dress My gentleness!

Ah, well-beloved,

Thy cold disdain It gives no pain – ’Tis mercy, played

In masquerade!

Ah, well-beloved, etc.

BOTH.

CAS.

LUIZ.

BOTH.

CAS. O Luiz, Luiz – what have you said? What have I done? What have I allowed you to do?

LUIZ. Nothing, I trust, that you will ever have reason to repent. (Offering to embrace her.)

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10 The Gondoliers

CAS. (withdrawing from him). Nay, Luiz, it may not be. I have embraced you for the last time.

LUIZ (amazed). Casilda!

CAS. I have just learnt, to my surprise and indignation, that I was wed in babyhood to the infant son of the King of Barataria!

LUIZ. The son of the King of Barataria? The child who was stolen in infancy by the Inquisition?

CAS. The same. But, of course, you know his story.

LUIZ. Know his story? Why, I have often told you that my mother was the nurse to whose charge he was entrusted!

CAS. True. I had forgotten. Well, he has been discovered, and my father has brought me here to claim his hand.

LUIZ. But you will not recognize this marriage? It took place when you were too young to understand its import.

CAS. Nay, Luiz, respect my principles and cease to torture me with vain entreaties. Henceforth my life is anther’s.

LUIZ. But stay – the present and the future – they are anther’s; but the past – that at least is ours, and none can take it from us. As we may revel in naught else, let us revel in that!

CAS. I don’t think I grasp your meaning.

LUIZ. Yet it is logical enough. You say you cease to love me?

CAS. (demurely). I say I may not love you.

LUIZ. Ah, but you do not say you did not love me?

CAS. I loved you with a frenzy that words are powerless to express – and

that but ten brief minutes since!

LUIZ. Exactly. My own – that is, until ten minutes since, my own – my lately

loved, my recently adored – tell me that until, say a quarter of an hour ago, I was all in all to thee! (Embracing her.)

LUIZ.

BOTH.

DUET – CASILDA and LUIZ.

There was a time –

A time for ever gone – ah, woe is me!

It was no crime

To love but thee alone – ah, woe is me!

One heart, one life, one soul, One aim, one goal –

Each in the other’s thrall, Each all in all, ah, woe is me!

Oh, bury, bury – let the grave close o’er

The days that were – that never will be more! Oh, bury, bury love that all condemn,

And let the whirlwind mourn its requiem!

CAS. I see your idea. It’s ingenious, but don’t do that. (Releasing herself.) LUIZ. There can be no harm in revelling in the past.

CAS. None whatever, but an embrace cannot be taken to act retrospectively. Lutz. Perhaps not! Casilda, you were to me as the sun is to the earth!

CAS. And now our love, so full of life, is but a silent, solemn memory! LUIZ Must it be so, Casilda?

CAS. Luiz, it must be so!

ALL.

SONG – DON ALHAMBRA (with DUKE, DUCHESS, CASILDA, and LUIZ).

I stole the Prince, and I brought him here, And left him gaily prattling

With a highly respectable gondolier, Who promised the Royal babe to rear, And teach him the trade of a timoneer

With his own beloved bratling.

Both of the babes were strong and stout, And, considering all things, clever.

Of that there is no manner of doubt –

No probable, possible shadow of doubt –

No possible doubt whatever.

No possible doubt whatever.

Time sped, and when at the end of a year I sought that infant cherished,

That highly respectable gondolier

Dead as the last year’s leaves –

As gathered flowers – ah, woe is me!

Dead as the garnered sheaves,

That love of ours – ah, woe is me!

Born but to fade and die When hope was high,

Dead and as far away

As yesterday! – ah, woe is me!

Oh, bury, bury – let the grave close o'er,, etc.

Act I 11

CAS.

BOTH.

(Re-enter from the Ducal Palace the DUKE and DUCHESS, followed by DON

ALHAMBRA DEL BOLERO, the Grand Inquisitor.)

DUKE. My child, allow me to present to you His Distinction Don Alhambra del Bolero, the Grand Inquisitor of Spain. It was His Distinction who so thoughtfully abstracted your infant husband and brought him to Venice.

DON AL, So this is the little lady who is so unexpectedly called upon to assume the functions of Royalty! And a very nice little lady, too!

DUKE. Jimp, isn’t she?

DON AL. Distinctly jimp. Allow me! (Offers his hand. She turns away mp. scornfully.) Naughty temper!

DUKE. You must make some allowance. Her Majesty’s head is a little turned

by her access of dignity.

DON AL. I could have wished that Her Majesty’s access of dignity had

turned it in this direction.

DUCH. Unfortunately, if I am not mistaken, there appears to be some little

doubt as to His Majesty’s whereabouts.

CAS. (aside). A doubt as to his whereabouts? Then we may yet be saved! DON AL. A doubt? Oh dear, no – no doubt at all! He is here, in Venice,

plying the modest but picturesque calling of a gondolier. I can give you his address – I see him every day! In the entire annals of our history there is absolutely no circumstance so entirely free from all manner of doubt of any kind whatever! Listen, and I’ll tell you all about it.

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ALL.

Was lying a corpse on his humble bier – I dropped a Grand Inquisitor's tear –

That gondolier had perished.

A taste for drink, combined with gout, Had doubled him up-for ever.

Of that there is no manner of doubt –

No probable, possible shadow of doubt –

No possible doubt whatever.

No possible doubt whatever.

But owing, I’m much disposed to fear, To his terrible taste for tippling,

That highly respectable gondolier

Could never declare with a mind sincere Which of the two was his offspring dear,

And which the Royal stripling!

Which was which he could never make out Despite his best endeavour.

Of that there is no manner of doubt –

No probable, possible shadow of doubt –

No possible doubt whatever.

No possible doubt whatever.

The children followed his old career – (This statement can’t be parried)

Of a highly respectable gondolier:

Well, one of the two (who will soon be here) – But which of the two is not quite clear –

Is the Royal Prince you married!

Search in and out and round about, And you’ll discover never

A tale so free from every doubt –

All probable, possible shadow of doubt –

All possible doubt whatever!

A tale so free from, every doubt, etc.

ALL.

ALL.

CAS . Then do you mean to say that I am married to one of two gondoliers, but it is impossible to say which?

DON AL. Without any doubt of any kind whatever. But be reassured: the nurse to whom your husband was entrusted is the mother of the musical young man who is such a past-master of that delicately modulated instrument (Indicating the drum.). She can, no doubt, establish the King’s identity beyond all question.

LUIZ. Heavens, how did he know that?

DON AL. My young friend, a Grand Inquisitor is always up to date. (To CAS.) His mother is at present the wife of a highly respectable and old-established brigand, who carries on an extensive practice in the mountains around Cordova. Accompanied by two of my emissaries, he will set off at once for his mother’s address. She will return with them, and if she finds any difficulty in making up her mind, the persuasive influence of the torture chamber will jog her memory.

CAS.

DON AL.

ALL.

LUIZ. DUCH. ALL.

Act I 13 RECITATIVE – CASILDA and DON ALHAMBRA.

But, bless my heart, consider my position! I am the wife of one, that’s very clear;

But who can tell, except by intuition,

Which is the Prince, and which the Gondolier?

Submit to Fate without unseemly wrangle: Such complications frequently occur –

Life is one closely complicated tangle: Death is the only true unraveller!

QUINTET – DUKE, DUCHESS, CASILDA, LUIZ, and DON ALHAMBRA.

Try we life-long, we can never Straighten out life’s tangled skein, Why should we, in vain endeavour,

Guess and guess and guess again? Life’s a pudding full of plums, Care’s a canker that benumbs. Life’s a pudding full of plums, Care’s a canker that benumbs.

Wherefore waste our elocution On impossible solution?

Life’s a pleasant institution,

Let us take it as it comes!

Set aside the dull enigma,

We shall guess it all too soon;

Failure brings no kind of stigma – Dance we to another tune!

String the lyre and fill the cup, Lest on sorrow we should sup. String the lyre and fill the cup, Lest on sorrow we should sup.

Hop and skip to Fancy’s fiddle, Hands across and down the middle – Life’s perhaps the only riddle

That we shrink from giving up!

(Exeunt all into Ducal Palace except LUIZ, who goes off in gondola.)

(Enter Gondoliers and Contadine, followed by MARCO, GIANETTA, GIUSEPPE, and TESSA. )

CHORUS.

Bridegroom, and bride! Knot that’s insoluble, Voices all voluble

Hail it with pride. Bridegroom and bride!

We in sincerity

Wish you prosperity, Bridegroom and bride!

14 The Gondoliers SONG – TESSA.

TESS. When a merry maiden marries, Sorrow goes and pleasure tarries; Every sound becomes a song,

All is right, and nothing’s wrong! From to-day and ever after

Let our tears be tears of laughter.

Every sigh that finds a vent

Be a sigh of sweet content! When you marry, merry maiden, Then the air with love is laden;

Every flower is a rose,

Every goose becomes a swan,

Every kind of trouble goes

Where the last year’s snows have gone!

CHORUS. Sunlight takes the place of shade When you marry, merry maid!

TESS. When a merry maiden marries, Sorrow goes and pleasure tarries; Every sound becomes a song,

All is right, and nothing’s wrong. Gnawing Care and aching Sorrow, Get ye gone until to-morrow;

Jealousies in grim array,

Ye are things of yesterday! When you marry, merry maiden, Then the air with joy is laden;

All the corners of the earth

Ring with music sweetly played,

Worry is melodious mirth, Grief is joy in masquerade;

CHORUS. Sullen night is laughing day – All the year is merry May!

(At the end of the song, DON ALHAMBRA enters at back. The Gondoliers and Contadine shrink from him, and gradually go off, much alarmed.)

Giu. And now our lives are going to begin in real earnest! What’s a bachelor? A mere nothing – he’s a chrysalis. He can’t be said to live – he exists.

MAR. What a delightful institution marriage is! Why have we wasted all this time? Why didn’t we marry ten years ago?

TESS. Because you couldn’t find anybody nice enough.

GIA. Because you were waiting for us.

MAR. I suppose that was the reason. We were waiting for you without

knowing it. (DON ALHAMBRA comes forward.) Hallo!

DON AL. Good morning.

GIU. If this gentleman is an undertaker, it’s a bad omen.

DON AL. Ceremony of some sort going on?

GIU. (aside). He is an undertaker! (Aloud.) No – a little unimportant family

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gathering. Nothing in your line.

DON AL. Somebody’s birthday, suppose?

GIA. Yes, mine!

TESS. And mine!

MAR. And mine!

GIU. And mine!

DON AL. Curious coincidence! And how old may you all be?

TESS. It’s a rude question – but about ten minutes.

DON AL. Remarkably fine children! But surely you are jesting?

TESS. In other words, we were married about ten minutes since.

DON AL. Married! You don’t mean to say you are married?

MAR. Oh yes, we are married.

DON AL. What, both of you?

ALL. All four of us.

DON AL. (aside). Bless my heart, how extremely awkward!

GIA. You don’t mind, I suppose?

TESS. You were not thinking of either of us for yourself, I presume? Oh,

Giuseppe, look at him – he was. He’s heart-broken!

DON AL. No, no, I wasn’t! I wasn't!

GIU. Now, my man (slapping him on the back), we don’t want anything in

your line to-day, and if your curiosity’s satisfied – you can go!

DON AL. You mustn’t call me your man. It’s a liberty. I don’t think you

know who I am.

GIU. Not we, indeed! We are jolly gondoliers, the sons of Baptisto Palmieri,

who led the last revolution. Republicans, heart and soul, we hold all men to be equal. As we abhor oppression, we abhor kings: as we detest vain-glory, we detest rank: as we despise effeminacy, we despise wealth. We are Venetian gondoliers – your equals in everything except our calling; and in that at once your masters and your servants.

DON AL. Bless my heart, how unfortunate! One of you may be Baptisto’s son, for anything know to the contrary; but the other is no less a personage than the only son of the late King of Barataria.

ALL. What!

DON AL. And I trust – I trust it was that one who slapped me on the shoulder and called me his man!

 GIU. One of us a king!

MAR. Not brothers!

TESS. The King of Barataria!

GIA. Well, whod have thought it!

MAR. But which is it?

DON AL. What does it matter? As you are both Republicans, and hold kings

in detestation, of course you’ll abdicate at once. Good morning! (Going.)

GIA. and TESS. Oh, don’t do that! (MARCO and GIUSEPPE stop him.)

GIU. Well, as to that, of course there are kings and kings. When I say that I

detest kings, I mean I detest bad kings.

DON AL. I see. It’s a delicate distinction.

GIU. Quite so. Now I can conceive a kind of king – an ideal king – the

creature of my fancy, you know – who would be absolutely unobjectionable. A king, for instance, who would abolish taxes and make everything cheap, except gondolas –

(Together.)

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MAR. And give a great many free entertainments to the gondoliers –

GIU. And let off fireworks on the Grand Canal, and engage all the gondolas for the occasion –

MAR. And scramble money on the Rialto among the gondoliers.

GIU. Such a king would be a blessing to his people, and if I were a king, that is the sort of king I would be.

MAR. And so would I!

DON AL. Come, I’m glad to find your objections are not insuperable.

MAR. and GIU. Oh, they’re not insuperable.

GIA. and TESS. No, they’re not insuperable.

GIU. Besides, we are open to conviction.

GIA. Yes; they are open to conviction.

TESS. Oh, they’ve often been convicted.

GIU. Our views may have been hastily formed on insufficient grounds. They

may be crude, ill-digested, erroneous. I’ve a very poor opinion of the politician who is not open to conviction.

TESS. (to GIA.). Oh, he’s a fine fellow!

GIA. Yes, that’s the sort of politician for my money!

DON AL. Then we’ll consider it settled. Now, as the country is in a state of

insurrection, it is absolutely necessary that you should assume the reins of Government at once; and, until it is ascertained which of you is to be king, I have arranged that you will reign jointly, so that no question can arise hereafter as to the validity of any of your acts.

MAR. As one individual?

DON AL. As one individual.

GIU. (linking himself with MARCO). Like this?

DON AL. Something like that.

MAR. And we may take our friends with us, and give them places about the

Court?

DON AL. Undoubtedly. That’s always done!

MAR. I’m convinced!

GIU. So am I!

TESS. Then the sooner we’re off the better.

GIA. We’ll just run home and pack up a few things (Going.) –

DON AL. Stop, stop – that won’t do at all – ladies are not admitted. ALL. What!

DON AL. Not admitted. Not at present. Afterwards, perhaps. We’ll see. GIU. Why, you don’t mean to say you are going to separate us from our

wives!

DON AL. (aside). This is very awkward! (Aloud.) Only fora time – a few

months. After all, what is a few months?

TESS. But we’ve only been married half an hour! (Weeps.)

FINALE, ACT I. SONG – GIANETTA.

Kind sir, you cannot have the heart Our lives to part

From those to whom an hour ago We were united!

Before our flowing hopes you stem,

MAR., GIU., GIA., TESS.

To ascertain which is the King And which the other,

To Barataria’s Court I’ll bring His foster-mother;

Her former nurseling to declare She’ll be delighted.

That settled, let each happy pair Be reunited.

Viva! His argument is strong! Viva! We’ll not be parted long! Viva! It will be settled soon!

Viva! Then comes our honeymoon!

(Exit DON ALHAMBRA.)

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Ah, look at them,

And pause before you deal this blow,

All uninvited!

You men can never understand

That heart and hand Cannot be separated when We go a-yearning;

You see, you’ve only women’s eyes To idolize

And only women’s hearts, poor men, To set you burning!

Ah me, you men will never understand

That woman’s heart is one with woman’s hand!

Some kind of charm you seem to find In womankind –

Some source of unexplained delight (Unless you're jesting),

But what attracts you, I confess, I cannot guess,

To me a woman’s face is quite Uninteresting!

If from my sister I were torn, It could be borne –

I should, no doubt, be horrified, But I could bear it; –

But Marco’s quite another thing – He is my King,

He has my heart and none beside Shall ever share it!

Ah me, you men will never understand

That woman’s heart is one with woman’s hand!

RECITATIVE – DON ALHAMBRA.

Do not give way to this uncalled-for grief, Your separation will be very brief.

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GIA.

QUARTET – MARCO, GIUSEPPE, GIANETTA, TESSA.

Then one of us will be a Queen, And sit on a golden throne,

With a crown instead

Of a hat on her head, And diamonds all her own!

With a beautiful robe of gold and green, I’ve always understood;

I wonder whether

Shed wear a feather? I rather think she should!

Oh, ’tis a glorious thing, I ween,

To be a regular Royal Queen!

No half-and-half affair, I mean,

But a right-down regular Royal Queen!

She’ll drive about in a carriage and pair, With the King on her left-hand side,

And a milk-white horse,

As a matter of course, Whenever she wants to ride!

With beautiful silver shoes to wear Upon her dainty feet;

With endless stocks

Of beautiful frocks

And as much as she wants to eat!

Oh, ’tis a glorious thing, I ween, etc.

Whenever she condescends to walk, Be sure she’ll shine at that,

With her haughty stare

And her nose in the air, Like a well-born aristocrat!

At elegant high society talk She’ll bear away the bell,

With her ‘How de do?’ And her ‘How are you?’ And ‘I trust I see you well!’

Oh, ’tis a glorious thing, I ween, etc.

And noble lords will scrape and bow, And double themselves in two,

And open their eyes

In blank surprise

At whatever she likes to do.

And everybody will roundly vow She’s fair as flowers in May,

And say, ‘How clever!’

At whatsoever

She condescends to say!

ALL .

MAR.

ALL. TESS.

ALL. GIU.

ALL.

Oh, ’tis a glorious thing, I ween,

To be a regular Royal Queen!

No half-and-half affair, I mean,

But a right-down regular Royal Queen!

(Enter Chorus of Gondoliers and Contadine.) CHORUS.

Now, pray, what is the cause of this remarkable hilarity? This sudden ebullition of unmitigated jollity?

Has anybody blessed you with a sample of his charity? Or have you been adopted by a gentleman of quality?

MAR. and GIU.

CHORUS.

MAR.

GIU.

MAR.

GIU. MAR.

GIU. MAR.

BOTH.

Replying, we sing

As one individual,

As I find I’m a king,

To my kingdom I bid you all.

I’m aware you object

To pavilions and palaces,

But you’ll find I respect

Your Republican fallacies.

As they know we object

To pavilions and palaces,

How can they respect

Our Republican fallacies?

For every one who feels inclined, Some post we undertake to find Congenial with his frame of mind –

And all shall equal be.

The Chancellor in his peruke –

The Earl, the Marquis, and the Dook, The Groom, the Butler, and the Cook –

They all shall equal be.

The Aristocrat who banks with Coutts – The Aristocrat who hunts and shoots – The Aristocrat who cleans our boots

They all shall equal be!

The Noble Lord who rules the State – The Noble Lord who cleans the plate – The Noble Lord who scrubs the grate.-

They all shall equal be!

The Lord High Bishop orthodox –

The Lord High Coachman on the box – The Lord High Vagabond in the stocks –

They all shall equal be! For every one, etc.

Sing high, sing low, Wherever they go,

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CHORUS.

They all shall equal be!

Sing high, sing low, Wherever they go,

They all shall equal be!

The Earl, the Marquis, and the Dook, The Groom, the Butler, and the Cook, The Aristocrat who banks with Coutts, The Aristocrat who cleans the boots, The Noble Lord who rules the State, The Noble Lord who scrubs the grate, The Lord High Bishop orthodox,

The Lord High Vagabond in the stocks – For every one, etc.

Then hail! O King, Whichever you may be,

To you we sing,

But do not bend the knee.

Then hail! O King. MARCO and GIUSEPPE (together).

Come, let’s away – our island crown awaits me – Conflicting feelings rend my soul apart!

The thought of Royal dignity elates me,

But leaving thee behind me breaks my heart!

(Addressing GIANETTA and TESSA.) GIANETTA and TESSA (together).

Farewell, my love; on board you must be getting; But while upon the sea you gaily roam, Remember that a heart for thee is fretting –

The tender little heart you’ve left at home!

Now, Marco dear, My wishes hear:

While you’re away It’s understood

You will be good

And not too gay. To every trace

Of maiden grace

You will be blind, And will not glance By any chance

On womankind!

If you are wise, You’ll shut your eyes

Till we arrive, And not address A lady less

GIA.

TESS.

Than forty-five. You’ll please to frown On every gown

That you may see; And, O my pet, You won’t forget

You’ve married me!

And O my darling, O my pet, Whatever else you may forget,

In yonder isle beyond the sea,

Do not forget you’ve married me.

You’ll lay your head Upon your bed

At set of sun. You will not sing Of anything

To any one. You’ll sit and mope All day, I hope,

And shed a tear Upon the life Your little wife

Is passing here.

And if so be You think of me,

Please tell the moon! I’ll read it all

In rays that fall

On the lagoon: You’ll be so kind As tell the wind

How you may be, And send me words By little birds

To comfort me!

And O my darling, O my pet, Whatever else you may forget,

In yonder isle beyond the sea,

Do not forget you’ve married me.

QUARTET. O my darling, O my pet, etc.

CHORUS (during which a ‘Xebeque’ is hauled alongside the quay).

That lies in a Southern sea:

We know not where, and we don’t much care,

Wherever that isle may be.

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they

Then away they go to an island fair we

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THE MEN (hauling on boat).

ALL.

One, two, three, Haul!

One, two, three, Haul!

One, two, three, Haul!

With a will!

When the breezes are blowing The ship will be going,

When they don’t we shall all stand still! they will

Then away they go to an island fair, we

We know not where, and we don’t much care; Wherever that isle may be.

SOLO – MARCO.

Away we go

To a balmy isle,

Where the roses blow All the winter while.

we

Then away they go to an island fair

That lies in a Southern sea: we

Then away they go to an island fair, Then away, then away, then away!

ALL (hoisting sail).

(The men embark on the ‘Xebeque’. MARCO and GIUSEPPE embracing GIANETTA and TESSA. The girls wave a farewell to the men as the curtain falls.)

END OF ACT I

ACT II

SCENE. – Pavilion in the Court of Barataria. MARCO and GIUSEPPE, magnificently dressed, are seated on two thrones, occupied in cleaning the crown and the sceptre. The Gondoliers are discovered, dressed, some as courtiers, officers of rank, etc., and others as private soldiers and servants of various degrees. All are enjoying. themselves without reference to social distinctions – some playing cards, others throwing dice, some reading, others playing cup and ball, ‘morra’, etc.

CHORUS OF MEN with MARCO and GIUSEPPE.

Of happiness the. very pith

In Barataria you may see:

A monarchy that’s tempered with Republican Equality.

This form of government we find The beau-ideal of its kind –

A despotism strict, combined

With absolute equality! MARCO and GIUSEPPE.

Two kings, of undue pride bereft, Who act in perfect unity,

Whom you can order right-and left With absolute impunity. Who put their subjects at their ease

By doing all they can to please!

And thus, to earn their bread-and-cheese,

Seize every opportunity. CHORUS. Of happiness the very pith, etc.

MAR. Gentlemen, we are much obliged to you for your expressions of satisfaction and good feeling – I say,. we are much obliged to you for your expressions of satisfaction and good feeling.

ALL. We heard you.

MAR. We are delighted, at any time, to fall in with sentiments so charmingly expressed.

ALL. That’s all right.

GIU. At the same time there is just one little grievance that we should like to ventilate.

ALL (angrily). What?

GIU. Don’t be alarmed – it’s not serious. It is arranged that, until it is decided which of us two is the actual King, we are to act as one person.

GIORGIO. Exactly.

GIU. Now, although we act as one person, we are, in point of fact, two persons.

ANNIBALE. Ah, I don’t think we can go into that. It is a legal fiction, and

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legal fictions are solemn things. Situated as we are, we can’t recognize two independent responsibilities.

GIU. No; but you can recognize two independent appetites. It’s all very well to say we act as one person, but when you supply us with only one ration between us, I should describe it as a legal fiction carried a little too far.

ANNI. It’s rather a nice point. I don’t like to express an opinion off-hand. Suppose we reserve it for argument before the full Court?

MAR. Yes, but what are we to do in the meantime?

MAR. and GIU. We want our tea.

ANNI. I think we may make an interim order for double rations on their

Majesties entering into the usual undertaking to indemnify in the event of an adverse decision?

GIOR. That, I think, will meet the case. But you must work hard – stick to it – nothing like work.

GIU. Oh, certainly. We quite understand that a man who holds the magnificent position of King should do something to justify it. We are called ‘Your Majesty’, we are allowed to buy ourselves magnificent clothes, our subjects frequently nod to us in the streets, the sentries always return our salutes, and we enjoy the inestimable privilege of heading the subscription lists to all the principal charities. In return for these advantages the least we can do is to make ourselves useful about the Palace.

SONG – GIUSEPPE with CHORUS.

Rising early in the morning, We proceed to fight the fire,

Then our Majesty adorning In its workaday attire,

We embark without delay On the duties of the day.

First, we polish off some batches Of political despatches,

And foreign politicians circumvent; Then, if business isn’t heavy,

We may hold a Royal leveé,

Or ratify some Acts of Parliament.

Then we probably review the household troops – With the usual ‘Shalloo humps!’ and ‘Shalloo hoops!’ Or receive with ceremonial and state

An interesting Eastern potentate.

After that we generally

Go and dress our private valet –

(It’s a rather nervous duty – he’s a touchy little man) –

Write some letters literary

For our private secretary –

He is shaky in his spelling, so we help him if we can.

Then, in view of cravings inner,

We, go down and order dinner;

Then we polish the Regalia and the Coronation Plate –

Spend an hour in titivating

All our Gentlemen-in-Waiting;

Act II 25 Or we run on little errands for the Ministers of State.

Oh, philosophers may sing

Of the troubles of a King;

Yet the duties are delightful, and the privileges great;

But the privilege and pleasure

That we treasure beyond measure

Is to run on little errands for the Ministers of State.

CHORUS. Oh, philosophers may sing, etc.

After luncheon (making merry On a bun and glass of sherry),

If we’ve nothing in particular to do, We may make a Proclamation,

Or receive a deputation

Then we possibly create a Peer or two. Then we help a fellow-creature on his path With the Garter or the Thistle or the Bath, Or we dress and toddle off in semi-state To a festival, a function, or a fête.

Then we go and stand as sentry

At the Palace (private entry),

Marching hither, marching, thither, up and down and to and fro,

While the warrior on duty

Goes in search of beer and beauty

(And it generally happens that he hasn’t far to go).

He relieves us, if he’s able,

Just in time to lay the table,

Then we dine and serve the coffee, and at half-past twelve or one,

With a pleasure that’s emphatic,

We retire to our attic,

With the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done!

Oh, philosophers may sing

Of the troubles of a King,

But of pleasures there are many and of worries there are none;

And the culminating pleasure

That we treasure beyond measure

Is the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done!

CHORUS. Oh, philosophers may sing, etc.

(Exeunt all but MARCO and GIUSEPPE.)

GIU. Yes, it really is a very pleasant existence. They’re all so singularly kind and considerate. You don’t find them wanting to do this, or wanting to do that, or saying ‘It’s my turn now’. No, they let us have all the fun to ourselves, and never seem to grudge it.

MAR. It makes one feel quite selfish. It almost seems like taking advantage of their good nature.

GIU. How nice they were about the double rations.

MAR. Most considerate. Ah! there’s only one thing wanting to make us thoroughly comfortable.

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GIU. And that is?

MAR. The dear little wives we left behind us three months ago.

GIU. Yes, it is dull without female society. We can do without everything

else, but we can’t do without that.

MAR. And if we have that in perfection, we have everything. There is only

one recipe for perfect happiness.

SONG – MARCO.

FIA.

VIT.

Take a pair of sparkling eyes, Hidden, ever and anon,

In a merciful eclipse –

Do not heed their mild surprise

Having passed the Rubicon,

Take a pair of rosy lips; Take a figure trimly planned –

Such as admiration whets – (Be particular in this);

Take a tender little hand,

Fringed with dainty fingerettes,

Press it – in parenthesis; – Ah! Take all these, you lucky man – Take and keep them, if you can!

Take a pretty little cot –

Quite a miniature affair – Hung about with trellised vine,

Furnish it upon the spot

With the treasures rich and rare

I’ve endeavoured to define. Live to love and love to live –

You will ripen at your ease, Growing on the sunny side –

Fate has nothing more to give. You’re a dainty man to please

If you are not satisfied. Ah! Take my counsel, happy man; Act upon it, if you can!

(Enter Chorus of Contadine, running in, led by FIAMETTA and VITTORIA. They are met by all the Ex-Gondoliers, who welcome them heartily.)

SCENA – CHORUS OF GIRLS, QUARTET, DUET and CHORUS.

Here we are, at the risk of our lives,

From ever so far, and we’ve brought your wives – And to that end we’ve crossed the main,

And don’t intend to return again!

Though obedience is strong, Curiosity’s stronger

We waited for long,

Till we couldn’t wait longer.

It’s imprudent, we know,

But without your society Existence was slow,

And we wanted variety –

BOTH. Existence was slow, and we wanted variety.

ALL. So here we are, at the risk of our lives, And we’ve brought your wives –

And to that end we’ve crossed the main, And we don’t intend to return again!

(Enter GIANETTA and TESSA. They rush to thearms of MARCO and GIUSEPPE.)

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 GIU. TESS. GIA. MAR.

TESS. GIA. TESS. GIA. TESS.

GIA.

TESS. GIA. TESS. GIA. TESS,

GIA., BOTH.

Tessa!

Giuseppe!

Marco!

Gianetta!

TESSA and GIANETTA.

After sailing to this island – Tossing in a manner frightful,

We are all once more on dry land – And we find the change delightful,

As at home we’ve been remaining – We’ve not seen you both for ages,

Tell me, are you fond of reigning?

How’s the food, and what’s the wages?

Does your new employment please ye? – How does Royalizing strike you?

Is it difficult or easy? –

Do you think your subjects like you?

I am anxious to elicit,

Is it plain and easy steering?

Take it altogether, is it

Better fun than gondoliering?

We shall both go on requesting Till you tell us, never doubt it;

Everything is interesting,

Tell us, tell us all about it!

 CHORUS. They will both go on requesting, etc.

TESS. GIA. TESS. GIA. TESS.

GIA.

TESS. GIA. TESS. GIA.

Is. the populace exacting?

Do they keep you at a distance?

All unaided are you acting,

Or do they provide assistance?

When you’re busy, have you got to Get up early in the morning?

If you do what you ought not to,

Do they give the usual warning? With a horse do they equip you?

Lots of trumpeting and drumming? Do the Royal tradesmen tip you?

Ain’t the livery becoming!

(Embrace.)

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TESS. Does your human being inner

Feed on everything that nice is?

GIA. Do they give you wine for dinner; Peaches, sugar-plums, and ices?

BOTH. We shall both go on requesting Till you tell us, never doubt it;

Everything is interesting, Tell us, tell us all about it!

CHORUS. They will both go on requesting, etc.

MAR. This is indeed a most delightful surprise!

TESS. Yes, we thought you’d like it. You see, it was like this. After you left we felt very dull and mopey, and the days crawled by, and you never wrote; so at last I said to Gianetta, ‘I can’t stand this any longer, those two poor Monarchs haven’t got any one to mend their stockings or sew on their buttons or patch their clothes – at least, I hope they haven’t – let us all pack up a change and go and see how they’re getting on.’ And she said, ‘Done’, and they all said, ‘Done’; and we asked old Giacopo to lend us his boat, and he said, ‘Done’; and we’ve crossed the sea, and, thank goodness, that’s done; and here we are, and – and – I’ve done!

GIA. And now – which of you is King?

TESS. And which of us is Queen?

GIU. That we shan’t know until Nurse turns up. But never mind that – the

question is, how shall we celebrate the commencement of our honeymoon? Gentlemen, will you allow us to offer you a magnificent banquet?

ALL. We will!

GIU. Thanks very much; and, ladies, what do you say to a dance? TESS. A banquet and a dance! Oh, it’s too much happiness!

CHORUS and DANCE.

Dance a cachucha, fandango, bolero,

Xeres we’ll drink – Manzanilla, Montero – Wine, when it runs in abundance, enhances The reckless delight of that wildest of dances!

To the pretty pitter-pitter-patter, And the clitter-clitter-clitter-clatter –

Clitter – clitter – clatter,

Pitter – pitter – patter,

Patter, patter, patter, patter, we’ll dance.

Old Xeres we’ll drink – Manzanilla, Montero; For wine, when it runs in abundance, enhances The reckless delight of that wildest of dances!

CACHUCHA.

(The dance is interrupted by the unexpected appearance of DON ALHAMBRA, who looks on with astonishment. MARCO and GIUSEPPE appear embarrassed. The others run off, except Drummer Boy, who is driven off by DON ALHAMBRA.)

DON AL. Good evening. Fancy ball?

GIU. No, not exactly. A little friendly dance. That’s all. Sorry you’re late. DON AL. But I saw a groom dancing, and a footman!

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MAR. Yes. That’s the Lord High Footman.

DON AL. And, dear me, a common little drummer boy!

GIU. Oh no! That’s the Lord High Drummer Boy.

DON AL. But surely, surely the servants’-hall is the place for these gentry? GIU. Oh dear no! We have appropriated the servants’-hall. It’s the Royal

Apartment, and accessible, only by tickets obtainable at the Lord Chamberlain’s office.

MAR. We really must have some place that we can call our own.

DON AL. (puzzled). I’m afraid I’m not quite equal to the intellectual pressure of the conversation.

GIU. You see, the Monarchy has been re-modelled on Republican principles. DON AL. What!

GIU. All departments rank equally, and everybody is at the head of his

department.

DON AL. I see.

MAR. I’m afraid you’re annoyed.

DON AL. No. I won’t say that. It’s not quite what I expected.

GIU. I’m awfully sorry.

MAR. So am 1.

GIU. By the by, can I offer you anything after your voyage? A plate of

macaroni and a rusk?

DON AL. (preoccupied). No, no – nothing – nothing.

GIU. Obliged to be careful?

DON AL. Yes – gout. You see, in every Court there are distinctions that must

be observed.

GIU. (puzzled). There are, are there?

DON AL. Why, of course. For instance, you wouldn’t have a Lord High

Chancellor play leapfrog with his own cook. MAR. Why not?

DON AL. Why not! Because a Lord High Chancellor is a personage of great dignity, who should never, under any circumstances, place himself in the position of being told to tuck in his tuppenny, except by noblemen of his own rank. A Lord High Archbishop, for instance, might tell a Lord High Chancellor to tuck in his tuppenny, but certainly not a cook, gentlemen, certainly not a cook.

GIU. Not even a Lord High Cook?

DON AL. My good friend, that is a rank that is not recognized at the Lord Chamberlain’s office. No, no, it won’t do. I’ll give you an instance in which the experiment was tried.

DON AL.

SONG – DON ALHAMBRA, with MARCO and GIUSEPPE.

There lived a King, as I’ve been told,

In the wonder-working days of old, When hearts were twice as good as gold,

And twenty times as mellow. Good-temper triumphed in his face, And in his heart he found a place For all the erring human race

And every wretched fellow. When he had Rhenish wine to drink It made him, very sad to think

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MAR. and GIU. DON AL.

MAR. and GIU.

DON AL.

That some, at junket or at jink, Must be content with toddy.

With toddy, must be content with toddy.

He wished all men as rich as he (And he was rich as rich could be), So to the top of every tree

Promoted everybody.

Now, that’s the kind of King for me. He wished all men as rich as he,

So to the top of every tree

Promoted everybody!

Lord Chancellors were cheap as sprats, And Bishops in their shovel hats

Were plentiful as tabby cats –

In point of fact, too many. Ambassadors cropped up like hay, Prime Ministers and such as they Grew like asparagus in May,

And Dukes were three a penny.

On every side Field-Marshals gleamed, Small beer were Lords-Lieutenant deemed, With Admirals the ocean teemed

All round his wide dominions.

With Admirals all round his wide dominions.

And Party Leaders you might meet In twos and threes in every street Maintaining, with no little heat,

Their various opinions.

Now that’s a sight you couldn’t beat – Two Party Leaders in each street Maintaining, with no little heat,

Their various opinions.

That King, although no one denies His heart was of abnormal size, Yet he’d have acted otherwise

If he had been acuter.

The end is easily foretold,

When every blessed thing you hold Is made of silver, or of gold,

You long for simple pewter. When you have nothing else to wear But cloth of gold and satins rare, For cloth of gold you cease to care –

Up goes the price of shoddy.

Of shoddy, up goes the price of shoddy. In short, whoever you may be,

MAR. and GIU. DON AL.

MAR. and GIU.

DON AL.

MAR. and GIU. DON AL.

MAR. and GIU. ALL.

To this conclusion you’ll agree, When every one is somebodee, Then no one’s anybody!

Now that’s as plain as plain can be, To this conclusion we agree –

When every one is somebodee, Then no one’s anybody!

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(GIANETTA and TESSA enter unobserved. The two girls, impelled by curiosity remain listening at the back of the stage.)

DON AL. And now I have some important news to communicate. His Grace the Duke of Plaza-Toro, Her Grace the Duchess, and their beautiful daughter Casilda – I say their beautiful daughter Casilda –

GIU. We heard you.

DON AL. Have arrived at Barataria, and maybe here at any moment.

MAR. The Duke and Duchess are nothing to us.

DON AL. But the daughter – the beautiful daughter! Aha! Oh, you’re a lucky

dog one of you!

GIU. I think you’re a very incomprehensible old gentleman.

DON AL. Not a bit – I’ll explain. Many years ago when you (whichever you

are) were a baby, you (whichever you are) were married to a little girl who has grown up to be the most beautiful young lady in Spain. That beautiful young lady will be here to claim you (whichever you are) in half an hour, and I congratulate that one (whichever it is) with all my heart.

MAR. Married when a baby!

GIU. But we were married three months ago!

DON AL. One of you – only one. The other (whichever it is) is an

unintentional bigamist.

GIA. and TESS. (coming forward). Well, upon my word!

DON AL. Eh? Who are these young people?

TESS. Who are we? Why, their wives, of course. We’ve just arrived. DON AL. Their wives! Oh dear, this is very unfortunate! Oh dear, this

complicates matters! Dear, dear, what will Her Majesty say?

GIA. And do you mean to say that one of these Monarchs was already

married?

TESS. And that neither of us will be a Queen?

DON AL. That is the idea I intended to convey. (TESSA and GIANETTA begin

to cry.)

GIU. (to TESSA). Tessa, my dear, dear child –

TESS . Get away! perhaps it’s you!

MAR. (to GIA.). My poor, poor little woman!

GIA. Don’t! Who knows whose husband you are?

TESS. And pray, why didn’t you tell us all about it before. they left Venice? DON AL. Because, if I had, no earthly temptation would have induced these

gentlemen to leave two such extremely fascinating and utterly irresistible little ladies!

TESS. There’s something in that.

DON AL. I may mention that you will not be kept long in suspense, as the old lady who nursed the Royal child is at present in the torture chamber, waiting for

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me to interview her.

GIU. Poor old girl. Hadn’t you better go and put her out of her suspense? DON AL. Oh no – there’s no hurry – she’s s all right. She has all the

illustrated papers. However, I’ll go and interrogate her, and, in the meantime, may I suggest the absolute propriety of your regarding yourselves as single young ladies. Good evening! (Exit DON ALHAMBRA.)

GIA. Well, here’s a pleasant state of things!

MAR. Delightful. One of us is married to two young ladies, and nobody knows which; and the other is married to one young lady whom nobody can identify!

GIA. And one of us is married to one of you, and the other is married to nobody.

TESS. But which of you is married to which of us, and what’s to become of the other? (About to cry.)

GIU. It’s quite simple. Observe. Two husbands have managed to acquire three wives. Three wives – two husbands. (Reckoning up.) That’s two-thirds of a husband to each wife.

TESS. O Mount Vesuvius, here we are in arithmetic! My good Sir, one can’t marry a vulgar fraction!

GIU. You’ve no right to call me a vulgar fraction.

MAR. We are getting rather mixed. The situation is entangled. Let’s try and comb it out.

QUARTET – MARCO, GIUSEPPE, GIANETTA, TESSA.

In a contemplative fashion,

And a tranquil frame of mind,

Free from every kind of passion, Some solution let us find.

Let us grasp the situation,

Solve the complicated plot –

Quiet, calm deliberation Disentangles every knot.

TESS. I, no doubt, Giuseppe wedded – That’s, of course, a slice of luck.

He is rather dunder-headed, Still distinctly, he’s a duck.

GIA. I, a victim, too, of Cupid,

Marco married – that is clear.

He’s particularly stupid,

Still distinctly, he’s a dear.

MAR. To Gianetta I was mated;

I can prove it in a trice:

Though her charms are overrated, Still I own she’s rather nice.

GIU. I to Tessa, willy-nilly,

All at once a victim fell. She is what is called a silly,

Still she answers pretty well.

THE OTHERS. In a con- templative fashion, etc.

THE OTHERS. Let us

grasp the situation, etc.

THE OTHERS. Ina con- templative fashion, etc.

THE OTHERS. Let us

grasp the situation, etc.

MAR. GIA.

GIU. TESS.

GIA. (to TESS. ). TESS. (to GIA.).

TESS. (to GIA.). GIA. (to TESS.).

ALL.

Act II 33 Now when we were pretty babies

Some one married us, that’s clear –

And if I can catch her

I’ll pinch her and scratch her

And send her away with a flea in her ear.

He whom that young lady married, To receive her can’t refuse.

If I overtake her

I’ll warrant I’ll make her

To shake in her aristocratical shoes!

If she married your Giuseppe You and he will have to part –

If I have to do it

I’ll warrant she’ll rue it

I’ll teach her to marry the man of my heart!

If she married Messer Marco You’re a spinster, that is plain –

No matter – no matter.

If I can get at her

I doubt if her-mother will know her again!

Quiet, calm deliberation Disentangles every knot!

(Exeunt, pondering.) (MARCH. Enter procession of Retainers, heralding approach of DUKE, DUCHESS,

and CASILDA. All three are now dressed with the, utmost magnificence.) CHORUS OF MEN, with DUKE and DUCHESS.

DUKE and DUCH.

With ducal pomp and ducal pride (Announce these comers,

O ye kettle-drummers!)

Comes Barataria’s high-born bride. (Ye sounding cymbals clang!)

She comes to claim the Royal hand - (Proclaim their Graces,

O ye double basses!)

Of the King who rules this goodly land. (Ye brazen brasses bang!)

This polite attention touches

Heart of Duke and heart of Duchess

Who resign their pet

With profound regret. She of beauty was a model When a tiny tiddle-toddle,

And at twenty-one She’s excelled by none!

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CHORUS. With ducal pomp and ducal pride, etc.

DUKE (to his attendants). Be good enough to inform His Majesty that His Grace the Duke of Plaza-Toro, Limited, has arrived, and begs –

CAS. Desires –

DUCH. Demands –

DUKE. And demands an audience. (Exeunt attendants.) And now, my child,

prepare to receive the husband to whom you were united under such interesting and romantic circumstances.

CAS. But which is it? There are two of them!

DUKE. It is true that at present His Majesty is a double gentleman; but as soon as the circumstances of his marriage are ascertained, he will, ipso facto, boil down to a single gentleman – thus presenting a unique example of an individual who becomes a single man and a married man by the same operation.

DUCH. (severely). I have known instances in which the characteristics of both conditions existed concurrently in the same individual.

DUKE. Ah, he couldn’t have been a Plaza-Toro.

DUCH. Oh! couldn’t he, though!

CAS. Well, whatever happens, I shall, of course, be a dutiful wife, but I can

never love my husband.

DUKE. I don’t know. It’s extraordinary what unprepossessing people one can

love if one gives one’s mind to it.

DUCH. I loved your father.

DUKE. My love – that remark is a little hard, I think? Rather cruel, perhaps?

Somewhat uncalled-for, I venture to believe?

DUCH. It was very difficult, my dear; but I said to myself, ‘That man is a

Duke, and I will love him.’ Several of my relations bet me I couldn’t, but I did – desperately!

SONG – DUCHESS.

On the day when I was wedded To your admirable sire,

I acknowledge that I dreaded An explosion of his ire.

I was overcome with panic – For his temper was volcanic,

And I didn’t dare revolt,

For I feared a thunderbolt! I was always very wary,

For his fury was ecstatic – His refined vocabulary

Most unpleasantly emphatic. To the thunder

Of this Tartar I knocked under

Like a martyr; When intently

He was fuming, I was gently

Unassuming – When reviling

Me completely, I was smiling

Very sweetly:

Giving him the very best, and getting back the very worst –

That is how I tried to tame your great progenitor – at first!

But I found that a reliance

On my threatening appearance,

And a resolute defiance

Of marital interference,

And a gentle intimation Of my firm determination

To see what I could do

To be wife and husband too Was the only thing required

For to make his temper supple, And you couldn’t have desired

A more reciprocating couple. Ever willing

To be wooing, We were billing –

We were cooing; When I merely

From him parted, We were nearly

Broken-hearted – When in sequel

Reunited, We were equal-

Ly delighted.

So with double-shotted guns and colours nailed unto the mast,

I tamed your insignificant progenitor – at last!

CAS. My only hope is that when my husband sees what a shady family he has married into he will repudiate the contract altogether.

DUKE. Shady? A nobleman shady, who is blazing in the lustre of unaccustomed pocket-money? A nobleman shady, who can look back upon ninety-five quarterings? It is not every nobleman who is ninety-five quarters in arrear – I mean, who can look back upon ninety-five of them! And this, just as I have been floated at a premium! Oh fie!

DUCH. Your Majesty is surely unaware that directly Your Majesty’s father came before the public he was applied for over and over again.

DUKE. My dear, Her Majesty’s father was in the habit of being applied for over and over again – and very urgently applied for, too – long before he was registered under the Limited Liability Act.

RECITATIVE – DUKE.

To help unhappy commoners, and add to their enjoyment; Affords a man of noble rank congenial employment;

Of our attempts we offer you examples illustrative:

The work is light, and, I may add, it’s most remunerative.

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DUKE.

DUCH. DUKE.

DUCH. DUKE.

DUCH. DUKE.

DUCH. DUCH.

DUKE. DUCH.

DUKE. DUCH.

DUKE. DUCH.

DUKE. DUKE.

DUCH. DUKE.

DUCH.

The Gondoliers DUET – DUKE and DUCHESS.

Small titles and orders

For Mayors and Recorders re

I get – and they’re highly delighted – They’re highly delighted!

M.P.s baronetted,

Sham Colonels gazetted,

And second-rate Aldermen knighted – Yes, Aldermen knighted.

Foundation-stone laying I find very paying:

It adds a large sum to my makings – Large sums to his makings.

At charity dinners

The best of speech-spinners,

I get ten per cent on the takings –’ One-tenth of the takings.

I present any lady Whose conduct is shady

Or smacking of doubtful propriety – Doubtful propriety.

When Virtue would quash her, I take and whitewash her,

And launch her in first-rate society – First-rate society!

I recommend acres

Of clumsy dressmakers

Their fit and their finishing touches – Their finishing touches.

A sum in addition

They pay for permission

To say that they make for the Duchess – They make for the Duchess!

Those pressing prevailers, The ready-made tailors,

Quote me as their great double-barrel – Their great double-barrel –’

I allow them to do so, Though Robinson Crusoe

Would jib at their wearing apparel – Such wearing apparel!

DUKE.

DUCH. DUKE.

DUCH. DUCH.

DUKE (significantly). DUCH.

DUKE. DUCH.

DUKE. DUCH.

DUKE (significantly). DUKE.

DUCH. DUCH.

DUKE. BOTH.

DUCH. DUKE.

I sit, by selection, Upon the direction

Of several Companies bubble – All Companies bubble!

As soon as they’re floated I’m freely bank-noted –’

I’m pretty well paid for my trouble –

He’s paid for his trouble!

At middle-class party I play at écarté –

And I’m by no means a beginner –’ She’s not a beginner.

To one of my station The remuneration –

Five guineas a night and my dinner – And wine with her dinner.

I write letters blatant On medicines patent –

And use any other you mustn’t – Believe me, you mustn’t –

And vow my complexion

Derives its perfection

From somebody’s soap – which it doesn’t –

It certainly doesn’t!

We’re ready as witness To any one’s fitness

To fill any place or preferment – A place or preferment.

We’re often in waiting At junket or fêting,

And sometimes attend an interment –

We enjoy an interment.

In short, if you’d kindle The spark of a swindle,

Lure simpletons into your clutches –

Yes; into your clutches. Or hoodwink a debtor, You cannot do better

Than trot out a Duke or a Duchess – A Duke or a Duchess!

(Enter MARCO and GIUSEPPE.)

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DUKE. Ah! Their Majesties. Your Majesty! (Bows with great ceremony.) MAR. The Duke of Plaza-Toro, I believe?

DUKE. The same. (MARCO and GIUSEPPE offer to shake hands with him. The

DUKE bows ceremoniously. They endeavour to imitate him.) Allow me to present –

GIU. The young lady one of us married?

(MARCO and GIUSEPPE offer to shake hands with her. CASILDA curtsies formally.

They endeavour to imitate her.)

CAS. Gentlemen, I am the most obedient servant of one of you. (Aside.) Oh,

Luiz!

DUKE. I am now about to address myself to the gentleman whom my

daughter married; the other may allow his attention to wander if he likes, for what I am about to say does not concern him. Sir, you will find in this young lady a combination of excellences which you would search for in vain in any young lady who had not the good fortune to be my daughter. There is some little doubt as to which of you is the gentleman I am addressing, and which is the gentleman who is allowing his attention to wander; but when that doubt is solved, I shall say (still addressing the attentive gentleman), ‘Take her, and may she make you happier than her mother has made me.’

DUCH. Sir!

DUKE. If possible. And now there is a little matter to which I think I am entitled to take exception. I come here in state with Her Grace the Duchess and Her Majesty my daughter, and what do I find? Do I find, for instance, a guard of honour to receive me? No!

MAR. and GIU. No.

DUKE. The town illuminated? No!

MAR. and GIU. No.

DUKE. Refreshment provided? No!

MAR. and GIU. No.

DUKE. A Royal salute fired? No!

MAR. and GIU. No.

DUKE. Triumphal arches erected? No!

MAR. and GIU. No.

DUKE. The bells set ringing?

MAR. and GIU. No.

DUKE. Yes – one – the Visitors’, and I rang it myself. It is not enough! It is

not enough!

GIU. Upon my honour, I’m very sorry; but you see, I was brought up in a

gondola, and my ideas of politeness are confined to taking off my cap to my passengers when they tip me.

DUCH. That’s all very well in its way, but it is not enough. GIU. I’ll take off anything else in reason.

DUKE. But a Royal Salute to my daughter – it costs so little. CAS. Papa, I don’t want a salute.

GIU. My dear sir, as soon as we know which of us is entitled to take that liberty she shall have as many salutes as she likes.

MAR. As for guards of honour and triumphal arches, you don’t know our people – they wouldn’t stand it.

GIU. They are very off-hand with us – very off-hand indeed.

DUKE. Oh, but you mustn’t allow that – you must keep them in proper discipline, you must impress your Court with your importance. You want deportment – carriage –

GIU. We’ve got a carriage.

DUKE. Manner – dignity. There must be a good deal of this sort of thing – (business) – and a little of this sort of thing – (business) – and possibly just a soupçon of. this sort of thing! – (business) – and so on. Oh, it’s very useful, and most effective. Just attend to me. You are a King – I am a subject. Very good –

DUKE.

GAVOTTE – DUKE, DUCHESS, CASILDA, MARCO and GIUSEPPE.

I am a courtier grave and serious Who is about to kiss your hand:

Try to combine a pose imperious With a demeanour nobly bland.

MAR. and GIU.

(MARCO and GIUSEPPE endeavour to carryout his instructions.)

DUKE.

DUCH. and CAS. MAR. and GIU.

DUKE.

MAR. and GIU.

That’s, if anything, too unbending – Too aggressively stiff and grand;

(They suddenly modify their attitudes.) Now to the other extreme you’re tending –

Don’t be so deucedly condescending!

Now to the other extreme you’re tending – Don’t be so dreadfully condescending!

Oh, hard to please some noblemen seem! At first, if anything, too unbending;

Off we go to the other extreme Too confoundedly condescending!

Now a gavotte perform sedately

Offer your hand with conscious pride;

Take an attitude not too stately, Still sufficiently dignified.

Now for an attitude not too stately, Still sufficiently dignified.

(They endeavour to carry out his instructions.)

DUKE (beating time).

DUCH. and CAS. MAR. and GIU.

Oncely, twicely – oncely, twicely Bow impressively ere you glide.

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Let us combine a pose imperious With a demeanour nobly bland.

(They do so.) Capital both, capital both – you’ve caught it nicely!

That is the style of thing precisely!

Capital-both, capital both – they’ve caught it nicely! That is the style of thing precisely!

Oh, sweet to earn a nobleman’s praise!

Capital both, capital both – we’ve caught it nicely!

Supposing he’s right in what he says, This is the style of thing precisely!

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(GAVOTTE. At the end exeunt DUKE and DUCHESS, leaving CASILDA with

MARCO and GIUSEPPE,)

GIU. (to MARCO). The old birds have gone away and left the young chickens together. That’s called tact.

MAR. It’s very awkward. We really ought to tell her how we are situated. It’s not fair to the girl.

GIU. Then why don’t you do it?

MAR. I’d rather not – you.

GIU. I don’t know how to begin. (To CASILDA.) A – Madam – I – we, that is,

several of us –

CAS . Gentlemen, I am bound to listen to you; but it is right to tell you that,

not knowing I was married in infancy, I am over head and ears in love with somebody else.

GIU. Our case exactly! We are over head and ears in love with somebody else! (Enter GIANETTA and TESSA.) In point of fact, with our wives!

CAS. Your wives! Then you are married? TESS. It’s not our fault.

GIA. We knew nothing about it.

BOTH. We are sisters in misfortune.

CAS. My good girls, I don’t blame you. Only before we go any further we must really arrive at some satisfactory arrangement, or we shall get hopelessly complicated.

QUINTET and FINALE. – MARCO, GIUSEPPE, CASILDA, GIANETTA, TESSA.

ALL.

MAR. and GIU. CAS., GIA. and TESS. ALL.

Here is a case unprecedented!

Here are a King and Queen ill-starred!

Ever since marriage was first invented Never was known a case so hard!

I may be said to have been bisected, By a profound catastrophe!

Through a calamity unexpected I am divisible into three!

O moralists all,

How can you call Marriage a state of unitee,

When excellent husbands are bisected, And wives divisible into three?

O moralists all,

How can you call Marriage a state of union true?

CAS., GIA. and TESS. One-third of myself is married to half of ye or you. MAR. and GIU. When half of myself has married one-third of ye or you?

(Enter DON ALHAMBRA, followed by DUKE, DUCHESS, and all the CHORUS.) FINALE.

RECITATIVE –DON ALHAMBRA.

Now let the loyal lieges gather round –

The Prince’s foster-mother has been found!

She will declare, to silver clarion’s sound,

The rightful King – let him forthwith be crowned!

CHORUS. She will declare, etc.

(DON ALHAMBRA brings forward INEZ, the Prince’s foster-mother.)

TESS. DUKE. GIA. DUCH. CAS. DON AL. MAR. GIU. ALL.

Speak, woman, speak – We’re all attention!

The news we seek –

This moment mention.

To us they bring

His foster-mother:

Is he the King?

Or this my brother?

Speak, woman, speak, etc. RECITATIVE – INEZ.

The Royal Prince was by the King entrusted To my fond care, ere I grew old and crusted; When traitors came to steal his son reputed, My own small boy I deftly substituted!

The villains fell into the trap completely –

I hid the Prince away – still sleeping sweetly: I called him ‘son’ with pardonable slyness – His name, Luiz! Behold his Royal Highness!

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(Sensation. LUIZ ascends the throne, crowned and robed as King.)

CAS. (rushing to his arms). LUIZ.

ALL.

MAR., GIA., GIU. and TESS.

Luiz.

Casilda! (Embrace.)

Is this indeed the King? Oh, wondrous revelation!

Oh, unexpected thing! Unlooked-for situation!

This statement we receive

With sentiments conflicting;

Our hearts rejoice and grieve, Each other contradicting;

To those whom we adore We can be reunited – On one point rather sore,

But, on the whole, delighted!

LUIZ. When others claimed thy dainty hand, I waited – waited – waited,

DUKE. As prudence (so I understand) Dictated – tated – tated.

CAS. By virtue of our early vow Recorded – corded – corded,

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The Gondoliers

DUCH. ALL.

ALL.

Your pure and patient love is now Rewarded – warded – warded.

Then hail, O King of a Golden Land,

And the high-born bride who claims his hand!

The past is dead, and you gain your own, A royal crown and a golden throne!

(All kneel: LUIZ crowns CASILDA.)

Once more gondolieri, Both skilful and wary,

Free from this quandary Contented are we. Ah!

From Royalty flying, Our gondolas plying,

And merrily crying

Our ‘premé,’ ‘stallì’ Ah!

So good-bye, cachucha, fandango, bolero - We’ll dance a farewell to that measure –

Old Xeres, adieu – Manzanilla – Montero – We leave you with feelings of pleasure!

CURTAIN