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RUDDIGORE or The Witch’s Curse Written by W. Gilbert Composed by Arthur Sullivan First Performed at the Savoy Theatre, London, 22 January 1887. Ruddigore (Sullivan, Arthur) Movements/Sections Mov'ts/Sec's. PDF from Finale 2007 file. Work Title Ruddigore, or The Witch's Curse Alt. RUDDIGORE Ruddigore, or The Witch’s Curse, is a comic opera in two acts, with music by Arthur Sullivan and libretto by W. It is one of the Savoy Operas. Gilbert and Sullivan Society Library At the Barbican Music Library. Ruddigore Gilbert, W.S.
Bndesmauts) \Miss. Li. NDSAY. SIR RUPERT MURGATROYD (The First Baronet. PRICE. SIR JASPER MURGATROYD (The Third Baronet) .. CHARLES. SIR LIONEL MURGATROYD ( The Sixth Baronet) .. TREVOR. SIR CONRAD MURGATROYD (The Twelfth Baronet) . BURBANK. SIR DESMOND MURGATROYD (The Sixteenth Baronet) .
TUER. SIR GILBERT MURGATROYD (The Eighteenth Baronet) . WILBRAHAM. SIR MERVYN MURGATROYD (The Twentieth Baronet) . Cox. SIR RODERIC MURGATROYD (The Twenty- first Baronet) . RICHARD TEMPLE. CHORUS OF OFFICERS, ANCESTORS, AND PROFESSIONAL BRIDESMAIDS.
ACT I . The Fishing Village of Rederring, in Cornwall. ACT II . Picture Gallery in Ruddigore Castle. TIME. Early in the Xl. Xth Century. THE WITCH'S CURSE. SCENE. The fishing village of Rederring (in Cornwall). ROSE. MAYBUD'S cottage is seen L.
Every day, as the days roll on. Bridesmaids' garb we gaily don. Sure that a maid so fairly famed. Won't very long remain unclaimed. Hour by hour and day by day. Several months have passed away. And though she 's the fairest flower that blows.
Nobody yet has married Rose! Nay, gentle maidens, you sing well but vainly, for Rose is. It 's very disappointing. Every young man in the village is. This is, perhaps, the only village in the world that possesses. The pious charity. Dame. Hannah you're a nice old person - you could marry if you.
There 's old Adam Robin's faithful servant he loves. Nay that may never be, for I am pledged !
To an eternal maidenhood ! Many years ago I was betrothed. As a son of that. I loved him, I left him then and there.
He died but ten. years since, but I never saw him again. But why should you not marry a bad Baronet of Ruddigore? All baronets are bad ; but was he worse than other baronets? My child, he was accursed.
The curse is on all his line and has been, ever since the time. Sir Rupert, the first Baronet. Listen, and you shall hear.
Sir Rupert Murgatroyd. His leisure and his riches. He ruthlessly employed.
In persecuting witches. Once, on the village green. A palsied hag he roasted. And what took place, I ween. Shook his composure boasted.
For, as the torture grim. Seized on each withered limb. The writhing dame. Mid fire and flame. Yelled forth this curse on him .
Whither away, dear Rose? On some errand of charity, as.
A few gifts, dear aunt, for deserving villagers. Lo, here is. some peppermint rock for old gaffer Gadderby, a set of false. Ruth Rowbottom, and a pound of snuff. Ah, Rose, pity that so much goodness should not help to. Rose, why dost thou. Is there none hereaway whom.
And if there were such an one, verily it would ill become. Nay, dear one, where true love is, there is little need of prim. Hung in a. plated dish- cover to the knocker of the workhouse door, with. I could call mine own, save a change of baby- linen.
I have always regarded. This hallowed. volume \prodi. Lcing a book of etiquette.
The man who bites his bread, or eats. I look upon as a lost creature, and he who. There are those in.
In truth I. could pursue this painful theme much further, but behold, I. But is there not one among them who is faultless, in thine. For example young Robin. He combines the manners. Marquis with the morals of a Methodist. Couldst thou not.
And even if I could, how should I confess it unto him? For. lo, he is shy, and sayeth naught! If somebody there chanced to be. Who loved me in a manner true. My heart would point him out to me. And I would point him out to you. Little did the good soul think, when she breathed.
Robin, that he would do even as well as. But he resembleth all the youths in this village, in. I wished to say that it is fine.
Good day, Master Robin! Good day, Mistress Rose! I crave pardon, I. Rob. I beg pardon, I. Rose. You were about to say? I would fain consult you.
Rose. In truth I have a friend myself. I mean, of course ^^.
Rose. And I would fain consult you. Rob. I know a youth who loves a little maid. Hey, but his face is a sight for to see !). Silent is he, for he 's modest and afraid. Hey, but he 's timid as a youth can be !). Rose. I know a maid who loves a gallant youth.
Hey, but she sickens as the days go by !). She cannot tell him all the sad, sad truth. Hey, but I think that little maid will die!). Rob. Now tell me pray, and tell me true. What in the world should the /y un g man ) do. Rob. He cannot eat and he cannot sleep.
Hey, but his face is a sight for to see !). Daily he goes for to wail for to weep. Hey, but he 's wretched as a youth can be !). Rose. She 's very thin and she's very pale. Hey, but she sickens as the days go by !). Daily she goes for to weep for to wail.
Hey, but I think that little maid will die!). Rob. Now tell me pray, and tell me true.
What in the world should the ? If I were the youth I should offer her my name. Hey, but her face is a sight for to see!). Rob. If I were the maid I should feed his honest flame.
Hey, but he 's bashful as a youth can be!). Rose. If I were the youth I should speak to her to- day. Hey, but she sickens as the days go by!). Rob. If I were the maid I should meet the lad half way. For I really do believe that timid youth will die!). Rose. I thank you, j ss> \ for your counsel true .
I'll tell that ( yout H what j 1 ? I sometimes think that if she wasn't quite so. I might venture but no, no even then I should be.
Enter OLD ADAM. Adam. My kind master is sad!
Dear Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd. Rob. As you love me, breathe not that hated name. Twenty. years ago, in horror at the prospect of inheriting that hideous.
I fled my home, and concealed myself in this innocent village. Robin Oakapple. My younger brother. Despard, believing me to be dead, succeeded to the title and. For twenty years I have been dead and.
Dear master, it shall be as you wish, for have I not sworn. Yet, as we are here alone. I belong to that particular description of good old man.
It 's like eight. Would there were more like you! Would there were indeed! But I bring you good tidings. My beloved foster- brother? It is even so and see, he comes this way! The girls welcome him as he greets.
BALLAD RICHARD. I shipped, d'ye see, in a Revenue sloop. And, off Cape Finistere. A merchantman we see. A Frenchman, going free.
So we made for the bold Mounseer. D'ye see? 1. 21). Which was grateful of the poor Mounseer.
D'ye see? My beloved foster- brother, and very dearest friend, welcome. It is such deeds as you.
Why, lord love ye, Rob, that 's but a trifle to what we have. I believe I may say, without. Tom- Tit has spared more. French frigates than any craft afloat ! But 'taint for a British. I'll just stow my jawin' tackle and belay. Alas, Dick, I love Rose Maybud, and love in vain !
Come, that's too good! Why, you're a. fine strapping muscular young fellow tall and strong as a to'- . Hush, Richard not a word about my true rank, which none. Yes, I know well enough that few men are better. I. I'm a fine fellow. Dick, and worthy any woman's love happy the girl who gets. I. But I'm timid, Dick; shy nervous modest.
I cannot tell her, Dick, I cannot tell. Ah, you've no idea what a poor opinion I have of myself. I deserve it. Robin, do you call to mind how, years ago, we swore that.
Aye, Dick, and I've always kept that oath. In doubt. difficulty, and danger, I've always asked my heart what I should. Let your heart be your compass, with a clear con- . Well now. what does my heart say in this here difficult situation? Will you do this thing for me?
Can you, do you think? Your. what I would call bumptious self- assertiveness (I mean the.
My. dear fellow, I'd give my right arm for one tenth of your modest. My boy, you may take it from me. That of all the afflictions accurst. With which a man 's saddled. And hampered and addled.
A diffident nature 's the worst. Now take, for example, my case. I've a bright intellectual brain.
In all London city. There 's no one so witty. I've thought so again and again.
Well. I'll do my best for him. Come, come, she 's not for you, Dick. Lord Nelson ! By the Flag of Old. England, I can't look at her unmoved. Sir, you are agitated. Rich. Aye, aye, my lass, well said! I am agitated, true enough!
Can I do aught to relieve thine anguish, for it seemeth to. Parbuckle me, if you ain't the loveliest. I've ever set eyes on.
There I can't say fairer than that. I? I'd no thoughts of sayin' this here to you on my own account. I was chartered by another; but when I see.
I'm a. tremblin', miss. Rose, you've made me the happiest blue- jacket in England! But. axin' your pardon, miss ? The battle 's roar is over. O my love! If heart both true and tender.
O my love ! Have you spoken to her? Aye, my lad, I have so to speak spoke her.
Why, no, I can't truly say she do. Oh, sir, belay, I beseech you ! You see, it's like this: she accepts but it's me\. My poor lad, my heart grieves for thee, but it's like this. I see her, and just as I was a- goin' to mention your. I'm bound to obey my heart's dictates. It's quite right I don't mind that.
That 's true, my lass, but it 's done now, ain't it, Rob? Still it may be that I should not be happy in thy love. I am. passing young and little able to judge. Moreover, as to thy. I know naught! Nay, Rose, I'll answer for that. Dick has won thy love fairly. That's. spoken honest.
Yet methinks I have heard that sailors are but worldly men. Admit that Dick is not a.
It' s the truth, and I'm. But look at his good qualities. He 's as. nimble as a pony, and his hornpipe is the talk of the fleet! But it may be that he drinketh strong waters which do bemuse.