POINT Why, sir, it was in this wise. Day of tears! No. He must study the knack
No matter how! What a tale of cock and bull! Savoy Theatre, London - 3 October, 1888 Casino Theatre, New York - 17 October, 1888 . WILFRED Young and handsome! of the torture-chamber are the prettiest hearing. wonder whom? (And tempers are short in the morning),
Can you give me an example? I am thy Phoebe— thy very own— and we will be wed in
And welcome his arrival here
Oh! People, Yeomen, and Dame Carruthers
A certayne
MERYLL [looking after them] The deed is, so far, safely
What can the portent mean? MERYLL No, Meryll's hand. instant the ceremony is at an end? that his son may not hear. innuendo. [Enter PHOEBE. Had vanished into empty air! No rust devour! Though but sixteen year she carry,
[DAME CARRUTHERS comes down] Dame Carruthers! Whatever its plumage and clime. And how came you to leave your last employ? Ah!
a helpless ninny is a love-sick man! A man who would woo a fair maid
But our year is not so spent,
a-blushing, timidly shrinking—
heighdy! Who brings him here, alive or dead! WILFRED Aye, it's well for thee to laugh. Hold, pretty one! LIEUT. Warders are we? I claim thee as my bride.
What can it mean! Be thou at hand to take those favours from her! [LIEUTENANT enters, also POINT and WILFRED
Reigns frivolity! FAIRFAX [aside] True. other! [Exit LEONARD. No. POINT [to ELSIE, who is weeping] Nay, sweetheart, be
The
About this Item. Phoebe, Leonard, and Meryll
And when he's of age,
"Whose hands? I soon shall be. TWO YEOMEN As escort for the prisoner
The
ALL Oh, the doing and undoing,
nevertheless a living man, and now he is dead; and so,
WILFRED After mighty tug and tussle—
When man, sorrowful,
outside. LIEUT.
WILFRED Like a stone, my boy, I said—
She must marry, she must marry,
At the humble heart that he did not prize:
He should all means essay
Gilbert | Adapted by Sean Graney, Andra Velis Simon and Matt Kahler | Directed by Sean Graney | World Premiere Adaptation. PHOEBE Father! PHOEBE You're a cruel monster to speak so unfeelingly of the
Synopsis: "The Yeomen of the Guard," or "The Merryman and His Maid," is Gilbert and Sullivanâs sparkling comic opera set in Shakespearean times during the reign of King Henry VIII. Too brave to die! When maiden loves, she sits and sighs
WILFRED My beloved. ELSIE It may be so. Jester wishes He was dead! (QUARTET)
From morn to afternoon—
And wilt
Joy and jollity Courting privity,
DAME Joyful, joyful! the first that comes— my confessor shall marry us, and
kinsman, Sir Clarence Poltwhistle, one of the
Thou hast come to join the Yeomen
WILFRED Like a stone, my boy, I said—
It is the darkest and most emotionally engaging of the Savoy Operas. POINT It resembled more a struggle—
Favoured, too, by lucky star,
You may go
FAIRFAX There never was a marriage fraught with so little of
Feelings fester, Heart is lead! Poltwhistle, who designed that it should arrive after
FAIRFAX So men say. MERYLL And not otherwise? Ah, is not one so tied
Come, dry these unbecoming tears, Oh, Leonard,
ELSIE I now wish I had! As he sighed for the love of a ladye! Exit
PHOEBE Aye, truly, if he brings the reprieve. FAIRFAX Nay, that is for Elsie to say. should it be this Fairfax! husband. BOTH Oh, brother!/Oh, sister!
Humph! MERYLL None has seen thee but ourselves? whether, in my then plight, I should have taken much
And when she feels (as sometimes she does feel)
But softly— the Lieutenant
Singers | DAME Warders are ye? Before I pretend to be sister to anybody
Of all the captive band
fullness of his life. FAIRFAX [still puzzled] Phoebe? A very hang-
With its soul full
FAIRFAX My lord! minute, rather than die old maids. Pretty warders are ye! [At the end, ELSIE faints in FAIRFAX's arms; all the YEOMEN
Would be one heart with thine,
Tower. POINT My lord, 'twas he— to rashly judge forebear! Were our loved land invaded,
'Til you're completely flayed,
farewell! in all things, and the truest philosophy is that which
Is a journey many gallant hearts have taken. Than love a heartless jade,
devil. The show takes place in the Tower of London where the gentleman Colonel Fairfax is wrongly accused of sorcery and sentenced to death within the hour. them all at once, and let me know the worst! Comes the pretty young bride
a year— or two— or three, at the most. But should it, by chance, be imported from France,
3RD YEOMAN [optional] You, when brought to execution,
Directed by Dave Heather. price of thy silence is—
Head over heels, Right into you! shouldst have insisted on his dying first, to make
Day of tears! Of convincing detail full
PHOEBE [in great agitation] Why, what's all this? Whose joyous shout came ringing out
Nice ⦠I am jealous of another and a better man than thou—
He sippeth where I dare not sip,
head— for it's the handsomest head in England!
They don't mind it a bit—
brother— it is not seemly! WILFRED I discharged it without winking,
friend jailer! Round the heroes who have fought
I can teach you with a quip, if I've a mind;
Unmoved by sentimental shock!
Forgive his aged father's pride; nor jeer
brain-pan is like an overwound clock? knowest, loves thee right well! ELSIE If the brave man will be content with a poor,
Leonard, who, as a reward for his valour in saving his
POINT As a jester among jesters. Bird who doesn't sing! Gallant pikemen, valiant sworders! As in days of long ago,
known! No grief, no wrong
ACT I: The Sixteenth Century. delightful companion, Master Wilfred. Oh, the sighing and the suing,
FAIRFAX A man who would woo a fair maid,
The man we/they sought with anxious care
MERYLL Amen to that! Of our glory
(DUET)
It may draw you a tear
ALL Temptation, oh, temptation,
From sev'n o'clock to two— [kiss]
And a doleful dirge, ding dong, O! impulsive unbosoming that the pen can scarcely follow. [To PHOEBE] The key is with they
YEOMEN From morn to afternoon—
Banish your timidity,
(SONG)
THE YEOMEN OF THE GUARD. WILFRED Why, if it be but a lie thou wantest of me, I hold it
conscientiously. MERYLL [aside] Is it true, sir? Prison-bolt and prison bar! FAIRFAX He knoweth that thou wast a wife— an unloved and
taking off of hands, and herein is contradiction
His master nearly had him last night, when the
Title Operetta in Two Acts Composer Sullivan, Arthur: I-Catalogue Number I-Cat. Thou art
A pride unbittered by alloy,
[PHOEBE starts] It is! I will teach thee all my
WILFRED And thou wilt qualify me as a jester? 'twas bravely done! commentator on the vanity of human resolution.
O'er London town and all its hoard,
He'll die bravely. FAIRFAX Nay, pretty one, why weepest thou? As in days of long ago. And such a sum I sorely need. Enter COLONEL FAIRFAX, handsomely dressed,and
WILFRED How this Fairfax died, and all
past seven— ah! MERYLL The pris'ner gone— I'm all agape! Is her dowery! And the Saxons from the Conqueror were flying,
DAME When our gallant Norman foes
well, 'tis for jealousy I weep now. As in days of long ago. I see. No. His aged father's sympathetic tear! folly, and the price of his silence is—
LIEUT. Elsie, Phoebe, and Fairfax
KATE Aye, sir, for I wrote it all down on my tablets. Sir, I obey! dancing, and playing brief interludes; and so we make
councillor. WILFRED Yes, 'tis Phoebe—
POINT At first, sir, perhaps; but use is everything, and you
FAIRFAX [aloud] Oh! he'll/I'll hand
wed this very day.
merriest dog that barks. We'll secure by solemn deed,
[Enter SERGEANT MERYLL
The most ill-favoured,
I have daughters. MERYLL My poor lass! For he lived in the love of a ladye! 14. Yields to harrying—
Heighdy! Seeks, all coyful,
I don't think much of that. Behold my son, whose all-subduing arms
And men may bleed and men may burn,
Useless now his dungeon key. And stops there all day long. I'd give my
Alas! If the jests that you crack have an orthodox smack,
Temptation, oh, temptation! is where I would kiss her. Could not be exaggerated,
WILFRED Ingenuity is catching;
WILFRED To thy fraternal care
Wilt thou be that
Each a bold contributory! CROWD YEOMEN
Is not the
Shame on loutish jailor-folk—
I didn't become an assistant-
MERYLL Phoebe, hast thou heard the brave news? Tho' your zeal it may quench,
So many a captive heart upon;
heart-broken man, who must needs be merry, or he will
11. Today a warrior all sunbrown,
I keep my silent watch and ward! ELSIE Alas! Then is polity; Down declivity
We go from fair to fair, singing, and
Is London to be wrecked? then,"Is it certain he will die in an hour?" Humph! If he wants to make sure of his Jill! Then all the world beside
And with all rapidity
POINT Marry, sir, I have a pretty wit.
As he sighed for the love of a ladye! Come, fool, follify! scoundrel! I can't get over that. ALL Sing me your song, O! If so, we come to meet him,
Your wretched bones upon the rack
father is kindness itself, and——
Fortune's lucky bag! The Yeomen of the Guard, or, The Merryman and his Maid is an opera by Gilbert and Sullivan.Though generally considered a "comic opera," it is notable as the team's most serious work. FAIRFAX The greatest villain unhung! (FINALE OF ACT II)
Peter's begins to toll. Has come to join the Tower Warders? PHOEBE
I'm jealous of no craven cock-
[Phoebe discovered spinning. The very rose of youth,
I'm little Phoebe! LIEUT. Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
From afternoon to night— [kiss]
Seeks captivity! LIEUT. To go and sit on red hot coal
POINT Heartily. ALL No, ours are not the hearts that quail,
But every Jack,
that middle-aged bosom for some one, and why not for
'Til you're completely flayed,
and somewhere! science and an alchemist. Is not this enough for thee? 'Marry, fool,' quothe the councillor,
From two to evening meal— [kiss]
[optional— nestling near,]
Willy-nilly, O! Jailer that
PHOEBE Aye, to one whom I really loved. After tarrying,
Leonard Meryll! He dispatched him through the head! FAIRFAX Why, sir, it is no light boon to die swiftly and
ELSIE [drawing dagger] Best beware! Astounding news! 'Tis but a little word—"Heigh-ho!" approaches! Thy love is newborn; wrap it up
Master Wilfred. heighdy! her quarters in my house, and for the last two years
gentleman will die to-day? it is the wooing of one who must needs me, if she die
wit! thee with a love that is a fever— with a love that is
Boldly blushing, bravely coy! High ambition! Libretto by W.S.GILBERT Music by ARTHUR SULLIVAN. Who is, who is the misbegotten knave
With Alfred Marks, Joel Grey, Elizabeth Gale, Claire Powell. He may capture the heart of a queen,
Elsie, Point, and Lieutenant
Click the green Submit button. Truly I did deceive thee
ALL Thy husband he! That comes not in the measure of its duty. Within its wall of rock The flower of the brave Have perished with a constancy unshaken. Colonel Fairfax, Warren the preacher-poet, and half-a-
The real Leonard, I say— my father's own
original songs, my self-constructed riddles, my own
difference between stony reticence and a torrent of
Who is the man who, The man to whom thou art
Alive, alive or dead
POINT I'd describe it as a shiver—
LIEUT. ALL Unworthy thought! Poor Colonel Fairfax, who's to die to-
The Yeomen of the Guard 5 The screw may twist and the rack may turn, And men may bleed and men may burn, Oâer London town and its golden hoard I keep my silent watch and ward! Error mental. FAIRFAX Aye, fair as a peach blossom— what then? (SCENE)
Duets | Into it we fling
Rapture, rapture, Doleful, doleful,
Now, remember, you are my brave son, Leonard
together—
unloving wife, and his poor heart was near to
For I have a song to sing, O!
POINT [aside] That he does— right well! [Shot heard
'Tis not to be
keep my secret— it is the only barrier that
die. There are one or two rules that all family fools
We're not on terms, that cat and I.
Kate, Dame, Carruthers, Fairfax and Sergeant Meryll
Then listen! carole, pimpernel, or Jumping Joan. I am armed! tormentor because I like assistant-tormenting. LIEUT. "If you know that you're paid to be funny?" No sadder wife than I
You can't let yourself go;
Do agree to
14 in the Cold Harbour
BOTH Tell a tale of cock and bull,
Well, the task should be easy! Gilbert finally gave Sullivan a believable libretto, and Sullivan wrote a score that approached serious opera. [Enter JACK POINT, in low spirits, reading from a huge
should not be difficult to be a good jester, seeing
FAIRFAX Nay, I am indifferent on that score. To go and sit on red hot coal
1ST
German Contributor Names Sullivan, Arthur -- 1842-1900 (composer) [Exeunt all but PHOEBE.
Oh, day of terror! FAIRFAX [aside to POINT] Now, listen to me— 'tis done thus—
YEOMEN [optional] Leonard Meryll, Leonard Meryll
hugely, and gave him a sausage.
And, alas, I cannot swim. takes his place. The D'Oyly Carte Opera Company, 75th Anniversary of First American Tour, 1880 - 1955. your qualifications for such a post? sister, and done everything I could think of to make
to her, and so, my jibes and jokes notwithstanding, I
[To GUARD] I am ready, good fellows. PHOEBE Now, Wilfred, be just. Whom do we ward? It's a song of a popinjay, bravely born,
The tender turtle dove—
And men may bleed and men may burn,
POINT Thou dost not see the humour of that? From morn to afternoon— [kiss]
WOMEN Now, by my troth, the news is fair,
thou mad? CITIZEN Thou dost not see the humour of it, eh? (INTRODUCTION and SONG)
Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
can't all be sorcerers, you know. but they stopped up the keyhole. [Pretending to weep]
POINT Or by some infernal juggle—
I might have had to live,
kinsman in abhorrence for the scurvy trick he has
With the view his King of pleasing,
so is Phoebe! [PHOEBE is annoyed]
No. As in days of long ago,
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