THE SORCERER.
ACT I.
Chorus of Peasntry
Ring forth, ye bells;
With clarion sound
Forget your knells
For joys abound.
Forget your notes
Of mournful lay,
And from your throats
Pour joy to-day.
For to-day young Alexis—young Alexis Pointdextre
Is betrothed to Aline—to Aline Sangazure,
And that bride of his sex is—of his sex is to be next her,
At the feast on the green—on the green, oh be sure!
Ring forth, ye bells, etc.
(At the end of chorus, exeunt the men into house, r.)
Enter Mrs. Parlet, l. 2 e., meeting Constance, her daughter, from r. u. e.
Recitative.
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Mrs. P. | Constance, my daughter, why this strange depression ?
The village rings with seasonable joy, Because the young and amiable Alexis, Heir to the great Sir Marmaduke Pointdextre. Is plighted to Aline, the only daughter Of Annabella, Lady Sangazure. You, you alone are sad and out of spirits; What is the reason? Speak, my daughter, speak! |