the complete plays-第150章
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PATIENCE But surely that doesn't make you unhappy？
GROS。 Yes； Patience。 Gifted as I am with a beauty which
probably has not its rival on earth； I am； nevertheless； utterly
and completely miserable。
PATIENCE Oh but why？
GROS。 My child…love for you has never faded。 Conceive； then；
the horror of my situation when I tell you that it is my hideous
destiny to be madly loved at first sight by every woman I come
across！
PATIENCE But why do you make yourself so picturesque？ Why not
disguise yourself； disfigure yourself； anything to escape this
persecution？
GROS。 No； Patience； that may not be。 These gifts irksome as
they are were given to me for the enjoyment and delectation of
my fellow…creatures。 I am a trustee for Beauty； and it is my
duty to see that the conditions of my trust are faithfully
discharged。
PATIENCE And you； too； are a Poet？
GROS。 Yes； I am the Apostle of Simplicity。 I am called
〃Archibald the All…Right〃 for I am infallible！
PATIENCE And is it possible that you condescend to love such a
girl as I？
GROS。 Yes； Patience； is it not strange？ I have loved you with a
Florentine fourteenth…century frenzy for full fifteen years！
PATIENCE Oh； marvelous！ I have hitherto been deaf to the voice
of love。 I seem now to know what love is！ It has been revealed
to me it is Archibald Grosvenor！
GROS。 Yes； Patience； it is！ ＇She goes into his arms。＇
PATIENCE ＇as in a trance＇ We will never； never part！
GROS。 We will live and die together！
PATIENCE I swear it！
GROS。 We both swear it！
PATIENCE ＇recoiling from him＇ But oh； horror！
GROS。 What's the matter？
PATIENCE Why； you are perfection！ A source of endless ecstasy
to all who know you！
GROS。 I know I am。 Well？
PATIENCE Then； bless my heart； there can be nothing unselfish in
loving you！
GROS。 Merciful powers！ I never thought of that！
PATIENCE To monopolize those features on which all women love to
linger！ It would be unpardonable！
GROS。 Why； so it would！ Oh； fatal perfection； again you
interpose between me and my happiness！
PATIENCE Oh； if you were but a thought less beautiful than you
are！
GROS。 Would that I were； but candour compels me to admit that
I'm not！
PATIENCE Our duty is clear； we must part； and for ever！
GROS。 Oh； misery！ And yet I cannot question the propriety of
your decision。 Farewell； Patience！
PATIENCE Farewell； Archibald！ ＇they both turn to go。＇
＇suddenly＇ But stay！
GROS。 Yes； Patience？
PATIENCE Although I may not love you for you are perfection …
… there is nothing to prevent your loving me。 I am plain；
homely； unattractive！
GROS。 Why； that's true！
PATIENCE The love of such a man as you for such a girl as I must
be unselfish！
GROS。 Unselfishness itself！
No。 8a。 Though to marry you would very selfish be
（Duet）
Patience and Grosvenor
PATIENCE Though to marry you would very selfish be
GROSVENOR Hey； but I'm doleful willow willow waly！
PATIENCE You may； all the same； continue loving me
GROSVENOR Hey willow waly O！
BOTH All the world ignoring；
You'll/I'll go on adoring
Hey； willow waly O！
＇They go off sadly PATIENCE； L。； GROSVENOR； R。U。E。＇
No。 9。 Let the merry cymbals sound
（Finale of Act I）
Ensemble
＇Enter BUNTHORNE； crowned with roses and hung about with
garlands； and looking very miserable。 He is led by ANGELA
and SAPHIR （each of whom holds an end of the rose…garland by
which he is bound）； and accompanied by procession of
Maidens。 They are dancing classically； and playing on
cymbals； double pipes； and other archaic instruments。 JANE
last； with a very large pair of cymbals。＇
＇The procession enters over the drawbridge； BUNTHORNE being
preceded by the Chorus。 They go R。 and round the stage；
ending with BUNTHORNE down L。C。； with ANGELA on his R。；
SAPHIR on his L。； JANE up C。＇
MAIDENS Let the merry cymbals sound；
Gaily pipe Pandaean pleasure；
With a Daphnephoric bound
Tread a gay but classic measure；
Tread a gay but classic measure。
Ev'ry heart with hope is beating；
For； at this exciting meeting
Fickle Fortune will decide
Who shall be our Bunthorne's bride！
Ev'ry heart with hope is beating；
For； at this exciting meeting
Fickle Fortune will decide
Who shall be our Bunthorne's bride！
Let the merry cymbals sound；
Gaily pipe Pandaean pleasure；
With a Daphnephoric bound
Tread a gay but classic； classic measure；
Tread a gay but classic； classic measure；
A classic measure。
＇DRAGOONS enter down R。； forming a line diagonally up to up…
stage； C。＇
Chorus of Dragoons
Now tell us； we pray you；
Why thus they array you
Oh； poet； how say you
What is it you've ＇optional you have＇ done？
Now tell us； we pray you；
Why thus they array you
Oh； poet； how say you
What is it you've done？
Oh； poet； how say you
What is it you've done？
DUKE ＇C。＇ Of rite sacrificial；
By sentence judicial；
This seems the initial；
Then why don't you run？
COLONEL ＇R。C。＇ They cannot have led you
To hang or behead you；
Nor may they all wed you；
Unfortunate one！
DRAGOONS Then tell us； we pray you；
Why thus they array you
Oh； poet； how say you
What is it you've done？
＇optional Enter SOLICITOR。＇
BUNTHORNE Heart…broken at my Patience's barbarity；
By the advice of my solicitor
In aid in aid of a deserving charity；
I've put myself up to be raffled for！
＇He introduces his solicitor。＇
MAIDENS By the advice of his solicitor；
He's put himself up to be raffled for！
DRAGOONS Oh； horror！ urged by his solicitor；
He's put himself up to be raffled for！
MAIDENS Oh； heaven's blessing on his solicitor！
DRAGOONS A hideous curse on his solicitor！
MAIDENS Oh； heaven's blessing on his solicitor！
DRAGOONS A hideous curse on his solicitor！
MAIDENS DRAGOONS
A blessing on his solicitor！ A curse； a curse on his
solicitor！
＇The SOLICITOR； horrified at the Dragoons' curse； rushes off； L。＇
COLONEL ＇R。C。 BUNTHORNE up L。； surrounded by the Ladies。＇
Stay； we implore you；
Before our hopes are blighted；
You see before you
The men to whom you're plighted！
DRAGOONS Stay； we implore you；
For we adore you；
To us you're plighted
To be united
Stay； we implore you； we implore you！
DUKE ＇C。＇ Your maiden hearts； ah； do not steel
To pity's eloquent appeal；
Such conduct British soldiers feel。
＇Aside ＇ Sigh； sigh； all sigh！ ＇They all sigh。＇
To foeman's steel we rarely see
A British soldier bend the knee；
Yet； one and all； they kneel to ye
＇Aside ＇ Kneel； kneel； all kneel！ ＇They all kneel。＇
Our soldiers very seldom cry；
And yet I need not tell you why
A tear…drop dews each
