Dr. Daly, Vicar of Ploverleigh
John Wellington Wells, of J. W. Wells & Co., Family Sorcerers
Lady Sangazure, a Lady of Ancient Lineage
Aline, Her Daughter--betrothed to Alexis
Mrs. Partlet, a Pew-Opener
Constance, her Daughter
Chorus of Villagers
ACT I--Grounds of Sir Marmaduke"s Mansion, Mid-day
(Twelve hours are supposed to elapse between Acts I and II)
ACT II-- Grounds of Sir Marmaduke"s Mansion, Midnight
ACT I.
SCENE--Exterior of Sir Marmaduke"s Elizabethan Mansion, mid-day.
CHORUS OF VILLAGERS
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 pride of his s.e.x is--of his s.e.x is to be next her At the feast on the green--on the green, oh, be sure!
Ring forth, ye bells etc.
(Exeunt the men into house.)
(Enter Mrs. Partlet with Constance, her daughter)
RECITATIVE
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!
CON. Oh, mother, do not ask! If my complexion From red to white should change in quick succession, And then from white to red, oh, take no notice!
If my poor limbs should tremble with emotion, Pay no attention, mother--it is nothing!
If long and deep-drawn sighs I chance to utter, Oh, heed them not, their cause must ne"er be known!
Mrs. Partlet motions to Chorus to leave her with Constance. Exeunt ladies of Chorus.
ARIA--CONSTANCE
When he is here, I sigh with pleasure-- When he is gone, I sigh with grief.
My hopeless fear No soul can measure-- His love alone Can give my aching heart relief!
When he is cold, I weep for sorrow-- When he is kind, I weep for joy.
My grief untold Knows no to-morrow-- My woe can find No hope, no solace, no alloy!
MRS. P. Come, tell me all about it! Do not fear-- I, too, have loved; but that was long ago!
Who is the object of your young affections?
CONST. Hush, mother! He is here! (Looking off)
Enter Dr. Daly. He is pensive and does not see them
MRS. P. (amazed) Our reverend vicar!
CONST. Oh, pity me, my heart is almost broken!
MRS. P. My child, be comforted. To such an union I shall not offer any opposition.
Take him--he"s yours! May you and he be happy!
CONST. But, mother dear, he is not yours to give!
MRS. P. That"s true, indeed!
CONST. He might object!
MRS. P. He might.
But come--take heart--I"ll probe him on the subject.
Be comforted--leave this affair to me.
(They withdraw.)
RECITATIVE--DR. DALY
The air is charged with amatory numbers-- Soft madrigals, and dreamy lovers" lays.
Peace, peace, old heart! Why waken from its slumbers The aching memory of the old, old days?
BALLAD
Time was when Love and I were well acquainted.
Time was when we walked ever hand in hand.
A saintly youth, with worldly thought untainted, None better-loved than I in all the land!
Time was, when maidens of the n.o.blest station, Forsaking even military men, Would gaze upon me, rapt in adoration-- Ah me, I was a fair young curate then!
Had I a headache? sighed the maids a.s.sembled; Had I a cold? welled forth the silent tear; Did I look pale? then half a parish trembled; And when I coughed all thought the end was near!
I had no care--no jealous doubts hung o"er me-- For I was loved beyond all other men.
Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me-- Ah me, I was a pale young curate them!
(At the conclusion of the ballad, Mrs. Partlet comes forward with Constance.)
MRS. P. Good day, reverend sir.
DR. D. Ah, good Mrs. Partlet, I am glad to see you. And your little daughter, Constance! Why, she is quite a little woman, I declare!
CONST. (aside) Oh, mother, I cannot speak to him!
MRS. P. Yes, reverend sir, she is nearly eighteen, and as good a girl as ever stepped. (Aside to Dr. Daly) Ah, sir, I"m afraid I shall soon lose her!