Maritana.
Act I. Scene. I.—A Square in Madrid.
Opening Chorus.
Sing pretty maiden, sing that lovely song again;
Sing pretty maiden, sing; the thrilling airs of Spain :
Sing of love and beauty, bower and tented plain—
Sing, sweet Maritana, sing that song again !
Sing, sing Gitana !
Romanaza—Maritana.
Cho Mar Cho
(Giving her money.)
Mar Cho Mar Cho King
It was a knight of princely mien, one blue and golden day
Came riding through the forest green, that round his castle lay,
And there he heard a gipsy maid, her song of love reveal;
Like a spirit of light,
She enchanted the knight.
'Twas a king !
No delay, no delay,
Love's minstrel Maritana,
He will play, thus we pay.
His lost heart fled in vain;
And soon he raised her to a throne
O'er fair Castile to reign.
And so it chanced, a gipsy maid,
As legends old reveal,
From enchanting the throng
With one beautiful song,
Was a queen ?
Just as you the story tell ?
Brava, Brava, Maritana
It befell.
Then, as you tell, &c.
Enter Don Jose.
Don J
Mar
Don J
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Don J
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Don J
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Don
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Mar
Song.
"The Harp in the Air."
I hear it again, 'tis the harp
'Tis the harp in the air,
It hangs on the walls of the old Moorish halls,
It hangs on the walls of the old Moorish halls.
tho' none know its minstrel, or how it came there,
Listen, listen, there, there, 'tis the harp in the air,
'Tis the harp, 'tis the harp in the air.
Which telleth of days that are faded and gone,
It telleth of the brave, of the lovely and fair,
Of warriors grave and of maidens fair.
There, there, there, there,
List, Pilgrim list, 'tis the harp in the air.
Etc., etc., etc.
Don J
Mar
Angelus.
Angels, that around us hover,
Guard us until the close of day;
Our heads, oh, let your white wings cover,
See us kneel, and hear us pray;
Angels that above us hover,
Guard us through another day.
Don J
Mar
Don J
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Don J
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Duett—Maritana and Don Jose.
Mar Don J Mar Don J Mar Don J
Some palace bright my home should be
By marble fount in orange bower,
Dancing to music's melody.
Might win a brighter home for thee,
Than crystal hall, where fairy trips,
Lightly to echo's minstrelsy,
At moonlit hour in silken bower,
To music's note, on air I'd float
In golden sheen and jewels gay.
Of pleasure, queen—I'd laugh and sing
And dance and play.
Than gems that glow on knightly brow,
Of those avail, ere yet they fade,
For joy will quail, when times o'ershade
Then laugh while love and beauty aid.
My wild fantastic thoughts are vain;
Are visions all, now here, now gone,
Like dreams that rise and fade again.
If gold but gleam within her eyes,
So by the flame, the moth is caught,
Burneth its giddy wings, and dies.
Recitative—Don Jose.
Think of the splendour—the glory—
The bright career which waiteth the future, stops,
One round of triumph.
Ensemble.
Mar Don J
The little vain coquette.
Mar
Don J
Mar
Exit
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Enter Don Cæsar.
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Song.
"All the World Over."
All the world over, all the world over,
To love, to drink, to fight, I delight,
All the world over I delight,
To love, to drink, to fight, I delight.
Drink with the father, woo with the daughter,
Woo with the daughter, fight with the lover,
Wing'd like the swallow where spring flowers invite
Wing'd like the swallow where spring flowers invite,
By changing the scene all, all is serene,
By changing the scene all, all is serene,
And skies calmly blue bright, bright as the dew,
And skies calmly blue for me, for me, ever shine,
And skies ever blue for me, ever shine,
For me ever shine.
I'm always resigned wherever I find,
War, beauty or wine, war, beauty or wine.
Etc., etc., etc.
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Enter Lazarillo and Boatman.
Boa
Laz
Don C
Laz
Don C
Laz
Don C
Laz
Don C
Don J
Enter Captain and Soldiers.
Cap Don C Cap Laz
Noble captain, brave sir, hear me,
Slay thy rage or learn to fear me.
Don C Cap Don C Cap Don C Laz
If a mere child's poor entreaty,
Fail to move that heart of thine;
If his voice excite not pity
Brother soldier, list to mine.
Prayers and tears won't make me civil.
Him I'd soon send to the devil.
Gallant captain,
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Cap Don C Cap Laz Don C Cap Don C
Pity and forgiveness pray;
Ne'er again will I be rash,
Pity and withhold the lash.
Count de Garofa,
Don Cæsar de Bezan,
Who in the presence of his monarch,
Covered, has a right to appear,
You have insulted me beyond all bearing
Redress I seek.
Hence to the devil with the holy week,
Thus I chastise thy daring,
Ensemble.
Cap Laz Don J Cho
Oh, you soon shall bite the dust,
Honour's debt is quickly staid;
Oh that by cut and thrust,
Dunning creditors were paid.
Braggart whom this blade hath staid,
Only with a single thrust,
Your account is quickly paid.
Be this frightful quarrel staid,
If for me your life were lost,
Evermore would grief upbraid.
Holy-week would dare invade,
Be this quarrel e'er so just,
By the halter will be paid.
Blow for blow and blade to blade,
Happy the man who falls the first,
Conquest by the hangman paid.
Don J
Enter Maritana.
Mar
Don J
Mar
Don J
Mar
Don J
Enter People.
Cho Mar Cho Mar Sol Mar Sol Mar
What the Kates decree ?
Pretty Gitana, tell us,
Shall we happy be ?
Shall I married be?
Shall I wealthy be ?
With ease can I impart;
But plainer read in starry eyes
The language of the heart.
With whom begins the charms ?
With me.
Let me see ?
Beware of wooing an old man's wife;
Her youth and beauty will cause you strife.
(Soldier turns away confused.)
Cho Mar Old M Mar Old M Mar Old M Cho Don J Mar Don J Mar Don J & Mar Don J & Mar
Ha, ha, ha !
When weak old dotards, to young maids Wed,
Young men do, sometimes, make love instead.
Shall I tell your fortune?
It is, indeed, your fortune
I now impart.
To you I promise rank,—a carriage—
A splendid equipage,—a speedy marriage.
Oh, joy ! all, all my heart's desire,
Gladly I hear the star's decree;
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Only I fear this sunny hope
Is far too bright, too bright for me.
Almost a sceptre, high command,
A princely heart, a palace home,
The mirrored hall, the glittering dome.
Finale.
Don C Laz Don C
Enter Don Cæsar and Lazarillo.
I told you how it would be;
You'll not forget, brave captain,
The lesson due to me,
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
I told you how 't would be.
You they seek, I fear.
Must take, that's pretty clear.
Ensemble.
Alc Don J Don C Mar Don J Don C [to people)
Alc Don C Alc Peo Don C Mar Don C Don J Alc Mar Don C Mar Don C Alc
I you arrest, sir, stay;
Your sword at once resign,
And now the laws obey.
Your sword at once resign,
Since you arrest, I stay !
My sword I thus resign,
And now the laws obey.
Why, in the name of the king,
A noble count thus stay;
We Don Cæsar defend,
If he the word but say.
Scarce half awake I seem :
The words that you have said
Still paint the pleasing dream.
Swear I, the sunny dream
Whene'er thou wak'st again
Shall on thee brightly beam.
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Free the gallant captive pray,
I to-morrow shall have the gold,
Gladly I'll the ransom pay.
Maritana, Lazarillo and Chorus.
Don J Don C Alc Cho Don C
Oh, misfortune, for the quarrel
Must his life ignobly pay ?
He with life must surely pay.
'Tis a debt we all must pay.
He with life must surely pay.
Act II.—Scene I.—Interior of a Fortress. Don Cæsar asleep on a settle, Lazarillo near him.
Aria—Lazarillo.
Laz
Gently dulcet to the ear,
Sound like Pity's voice revealing
To the dying, "Death is near."
Still he slumbers-how serenely,
Not a sigh disturbs his rest,
Oh, that angels now might waft him
To the mansions of the blest.
Yes, yes, those chimes, so softly dwelling,
As from some holy sphere,
Sounds like hymns of spirits telling
To the dying, " Peace is here."
Come abide with us in heaven,
Here no grief can reach thy breast,
Come, approaching angels wait thee
In the mansions of the blest.
Don C (Waking)
(Lazarillo troubled, points to clock.)
Still two hours to live. Deuce, what made me wake so early ? Dreaming too, my creditors were all transported to the moon. Ha, ha, still two hours ! Boy, how shall I pass the time ?
Laz
Don C
Laz
Don C
Two hours might serve thee boy, but for me two years would scarce suffice. Well thought, I'll make my will—no, that would scarce occupy two minutes.
Laz
Don C
Laz
Don C
Laz
Aria—Don Cæsar.
Don C Laz Don C Laz Don C
With silver hairs, and tear drops in his eyes,
Wept that my life was wasted to a span
And mercy importun'd with bitter cries.
Lost in despair before the guard he ran,
And held a document, at least, so long—
Ha, ha, ha, this one eternal dun,
Torments of earth, I shall at least out-run.
Trio.
Don C Laz Don J
The sand of life why stay ?
Quick let the gold-grain'd moments pass
'Tis they all debts must pay.
Of what avail are grief and tears,
Since life which came must go ?
And brief the longest tide of years,
As waves that ebb and flow.
Like worthless sand away,
For him, oh, be there many years,
Apart from ev'ry woe.
Turn quickly as it may,
His sand of life shall not yet pass,
If he my wish obey.
Don C
Don J
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Cavatina.
Don C
Upon some open plain,
This breast expanded for the ball,
To blot out every stain,
Brave, manly hearts, confer my doom,
That gentler ones may tell :
Howe'er forgot, unknown my tomb—
I, like a soldier, fell.
I only ask of that proud race,
Which ends its blaze in me;
To die, the last, and not disgrace
Its ancient chivalry.
Tho' o'er my clay no banner wave,
Or trumpet requiem swell;
Enough—they murmur at my grave—
He, like a soldier, fell.
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Enter Lazarillo.
Don J
Laz
Don J
Laz
Don J
Don J
Song.
"In Happy Moments."
Words copyrighted.
Enter Lazarillo.
Laz
Enter Don Cæsar.
Laz
Don C
Welcome friends—welcome to the table—all quickly.
Laz
Enter Soldiers, then Servants.
Laz
Don C
Enter Alcade and Officers.
Alc
Don C
Alc
Don C
Enter Don Jose and Maritana.
Don C
Solo Don CæSar.
Health to the lady, the lovely bride,
Length of years to her be given;
Like this brightly sparkling nectar.
Radiant with the light of heaven.
Cho Laz
Like this cup of rosy nectar,
May her hours with joy o'erflow.
Don C
By those looks so sunny bright;
'Neath that cruel veil dissembling,
Youth and beauty hide their light.
Mar
So this veil obscures my sight,
From this bosom palpitation,
Closing every beam of light.
Don J
Calleth to the nuptial rite;
Time is flying; quick, be stirring,
You must wed and die to-night.
Don C & Mar Don C Mar
Calleth to the hallowed rite.
Ah, what mystery—no escaping—
Laz
Calleth to the nuptial rite;
Like a spirit seems to murmur—
No; he shall not die to-night.
Cho
Calleth to the nuptial rite;
Ah, what hear we—task revolting,
He by us must fall to-night.
Scene 2,—Saloon in the Palace of Marquis Montefiore.
Cho
And merry, merry castinet,
Beguile the hours,
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While balmy flowers
And sparkling wine,
With eyes that shine
Like wandering stars together met,
Chase from the heart all sad regret.
Let true delight each bosom cheer
Since not a care can enter here.
Marchioness advances.
Marc
Marq
Marc
Marq
Enter Don Jose.
Don J
Marq
Don J
Marq
Don J
Marq
Don J
Marq
Don J
Mar
Marq
Don J
Enter The King.
Don J
King
Mar
King
Enter Don Jose.
Song.
"Hear Me, Gentle Maritana."
Hear me, gentle Maritana,
By the magic of thy beauty;
Hear me sweu-too, fair Gitana
This fond heart beats but for thee.
Captive 'neath thy chains delighted
Tho' its doom be dark and heavy,
By a smile of thine delighted,
Would not if it could be free.
By a smile of thine delighted
Would not if it could be free.
The mariner in his barque
When o'er him dim clouds hover,
With rapture thro' tempest dark
Beholds one star above.
Sweet hope then his bosom swells,
His every care seems over,
Sweet hope then his bosom swells,
His every care seems over.
A smile as from heaven tells
Of home delight and love.
A smile as from heaven tells
Of home delight and love.
Don J
King
Don J
King
Mar
Don J
Enter Marquis.
Marq
Mar
Don J
Enter Don Cæsar.
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Enter Marquis.
Don J
Marq
Don J
Marq
Don J
Re-enter Don Cæsar.
Don C
Cavatina—don Cæsar.
There is a flower that bloometh,
When autumn leaves are shed.
With the silent moon it weepeth,
The spring and summer fled.
The early frost of winter
Scarce one tint hath overcast,
Oh, pluck it ere it wither,
'Tis the memory of the past,
It wafted perfume o'er us,
Of sweet, though sad regret;
For the true friends gone before us,
Whom none would e'er forget.
Let no heart brave its power,
By guilty thoughts o'ereast;
For then a poison flower,
Is—the memory of the past.
Re-enter Don Jose, Marchioness, and Marquis.
Don J
Don C
Marq
Don J
Marq
Don C
Marq
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
Don C
Don J
(Maritana sings in the saloon. Don Cæsar pauses to listen.)
Don C
Don J
Maritana sings within.
Don C Don J Don C Don J
I hear it again; 'tis the harp in the air;
It hangs on the walls of the old Moorish halls :
Tho' none know its minstrel or how it came there,
Listen ! 'Tis the harp in the air.
It telleth of tales that are faded and gone;
It telleth of the brave, of the lovely and fair; —
Of a warrior's grave, and a maiden's despair.
List, pilgrim, list 'tis the harp in the air.
'Tis her's, I swear
With whom I at the altar knelt.
Beware, Beware,
Ere all thy danger yet be felt.
Enter Officers and Soldiers.
Don J Don C Don J Don C Don J Don C
Fled from justice, guard with life.
Just to know who is my wife.
It must not be
Enter Maritana, Marquis, Marchioness.
Mar Don Don J Don C Don J Don C Don J Mar Marq & Cho Sol & Alg Mar Don C Don J Cho
Enter Alguazils.
It maddens, it distracts my soul.
Their meeting would distract ray soul.
Mar What mystery, why thus control.
What horror now awaits my soul ?
Not darker clouds than thunders roll.
What anger hath enraged his soul ?
I will be free.
Let me free.
It must not be.
Each heart control; what consternation
Fills each soul.
Act III. Scene I.
Recitative.
How dreary to my heart is this gay chamber,
Those crystal mirrors and those marble walls
Add to thy gloom; while sweetly sad remembrance,
The joyful hour of liberty recalls.
My lonely form reflected as I pass,
Seems like a spectre on my steps to wait,
Inquiring from the gold enwreathed glass,
Can mighty grandeur be thus desolate ?
Song.
"Scenes that are Brightest."
Words Copyrighted.
Enter Lazarillo.
Laz
Enter Don Jose.
Don J
Laz
Don J
Laz
Don J
Laz
Don J
Laz
Don J
Laz
Don J
Laz
Don J
Aria—Don Jose.
So, my courage still regaining,
Banner waving, trumpet sounding,
Nobly daring, my gauge maintaining,
Forward, heart of chivalry !
So the gallant knight, untiring,
On his gallant steed rebounding,
At his lady's feet expiring,
Dies for love and victory.
Re-enter Maritana.
Mar
Don J
Mar
Don J
Mar
Don J
Enter Lazarillo and the King.
Mar
King
Mar
King
Mar
King
Mar
King
Mar
King
Mar
King
Don Cæsar appears in balcony.
King
Don C
Enter Lazarillo.
Laz
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
Laz
Don C
King And who, signor, pray, may you happen to be ? Your name—
Don C
Duetto—King and Don Cæsar.
Don C King Don C King Don C King Don C King Don C King Don C King Don C Don C King Don C King Don C
Yes, I am King of Spain; ha, ha, ha !
Yes, yes, I am King of Spain.
Yes, yes, I am King of Spain.
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I can't my mirth restrain. Ha, ha, ha, ha,
The King of Spain.
You marvel, signor, at this hour
We, unattended, here are seen,
So near a pretty woman's door,
That woman, too, is not the Queen.
But Kings, you know, like other men,
Sometimes a little thus give way.
Kings are but mortal—Don Cæsar,
Of course you'll not your King betray,
A witty, brawling, mad-brained sot,
Beneath his swond it was that fell,
The Captain of our Guard, was't not?
Be kind enough to make it clear,
If shot, as ordered t'other day;
And being dead, how came you here ?
Of course we shall not you betray.
Don Cæsar, at eight o'clock, received
The pardon of the King.
The night of his condemnation
He received the pardon of the King.
The pardon arrived at eight
And I was shot at seven.
You see I am forgiven.
A title not my own. No, no.
So very brief has been your reign,
Most high and mighty King of Spain.
And doff my borrowed plumes again,
To cry, aloud, vive King of Spain !
No, no, I am not, &c.
Enter Lazarillo.
Laz
King
Laz
Don C
Laz
Don C
Laz
Enter Maritana and Duetto.
Mar Don C Mar Don C Mar Don C Mar Don C Mar Don C Mar Don C Both Both
'Tis the Zingara.
Did they but give thee a prouder name;
To place thee in a kingly bower,
And deck thee with a gilded shame ?
Lips the most pure shall never blame;
A captive, in a stranger's power,
She'll perish ere she yield to shame.
But who art thou my conduct thus to scan?
Thine for ever is the faithful heart.
Those words which at the altar thou said'st to me?
"The rest of existence I devote to thee,"
This heart, with bliss overflowing
Like the nectar bubbling wine
In the light of heaven glowing
Thrills with ecstacy divine.
Enter Lazarillo.
Laz
Save thyself, escape.
Don C
Mar
Don C
Mar
Don C
Duett—Orison.
Mar Laz Mar
Guide them at a moment sure,
When the wicked fall and perish,
When the good are all secure,
Sainted mother, oh, befriend him,
And thy gentlest pity lend him.
Enter The King.
King
Enter Don C
Mar
King
Don C
King
Mar
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Don C
King
Now unlock the door.
Enter Lazarillo, Officers, &c., of the King's Household.
Noble Sire, we have sought you at the request of her Majesty. King And found us in the villa Count de Bazan, one of our most loyal subjects. Don Cæsar de Bazan, we appoint you Governor of Valentia.
Don C
King
Don C
King
Finale.
With rapture glowing,
Grief no longer one pang bestowing,
Beats this heart with soft love o'erflowing
Every care subdued to rest,
By truth requited !
In this bosom each sorrow blighted,
Love and joy evermore united;
By the smiles of kind friends lighted,
Oh ! what rapture fills each breast.
The end.
H. Brett, Printer, Shortland and Fort Streets. Auckland.