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CRAMER & CO., 201, REGENT STREET, W. /i/f DR AM ATI SON PERS.E.. The Marquis de Pontsable. Military Governor — under the Mareschal Saxe — of Artois ; Hector de Boispreau. Employe in the Gendarmerie , and subsequently Lieutenant of Police at Douai Major Cotionac. Of the Dau- phine Musketeers Biscotin. Proprietor of the- Air as Tavern , the “ Grand Monarque ” . . The Sergeant Charles Favart. Dramatic Author and struggling Manager Justine Favart. His wife, an Actress Suzanne. Daughter of Major Cotignac, subsequently wife of Hector de Boispreau . . Joli Cceur. Of the Etat Major Camp of Saxe Sans-Quartier. Of the Etat Major.. Madame Des Ablettes . . Madame La Comtesse de Beau- cresau Madame Le Barrois Madame La B a bonne Yerpillac Fanchon. Suzanne's Maid fha jf/ 2$tOr€y •A* a* MADAME FAVART ACT I. ARGUMENT. “The stage arrives at tlie “ Grand Monarque ” posting-house at Arras, and among the travellers are Major Cotignac, and his daughter Suzanne. The Major, a fine old crusted militaire , wants to marry his daughter to a noodle of a nephew of his, for whom he is come to Arras, to obtain the appointment of Lieutenant of Police at Douai. This appointment rests with a gentleman destined to play a very •conspicuous part in the piece, the old Marquis de Pontsable, Military Governor of the Province. The young lady has naturally bestowed her affections elsewhere — to wit — on the impecunious Hector de BoisPRfiAU, an employe in the Gendarmerie, who follows the Major, and finding that the hand of Suzanne is conditional oil w obtaining the Lieutenancy of Police, goes in for it also. So far matters are simple enough, but the situation becomes complicated through the misfortunes of a certain Monsieur Charles Favart. This gentleman, who is a dramatic author and struggling theatrical manager, has married his leading lady, Mdlle. Justine Duronceray, and finds to his sorrpw that his bride is the innocent object of the idolatry of the great Marechal Saxe. That French Ajax immediately commences a persecution of the happy pair ; the lady he consigns to a convent ; the gentleman he routs by means of dishonoured bills, but does not contrive to imprison. In fact, Favart turns up at the Grand Monarque, a fugitive from the vengeance of the great Saxe, and concealed therefrom in the cellars of the tavern. His solitude, however, is speedily lightened by the arrival of Mdme. Favart as a B 2 ( 4 ) wandering minstrel. She has escaped from the convent, and (being still a very young married -woman) immediately rushes after her husband Taking service in the inn to escape observation, she comes across Hector, and here begins the complication which forms the intrigue of the opera. Hector has failed in his application to PontsablA for the Lieutenancy of Police, and failed because the Governor likes to be solicited by pretty women, and Hector hasn’t even a pretty bride to plead for him. Mdme. Favart’s heart and dramatic instinct are at once enlisted in her old schoolmate’s behalf, and (unknown to Favart) she hastily assumes the mantle of Suzanne, interviews the Governor as the wife of Hector de Boispr]5au, and triumphantly brings back the appointment. Cotignac, who has, unfortunately for himself, seen the philandering old Governor after the clandestine visit of Mdme. Favart, and has consequently lost the coveted bit of patronage, consents with a bad grace to give Suzanne to Hector de Boispr^au, now Lieutenant of Police at Douai. The newly-fledged official is able at once to return Mdme. Favart’s friendly coup de main , for, on the arrival of soldiers with a warrant to arrest Favart, suspected of being in hiding in the Grande Monarque, he pretends Favart is his servant, and Justine Favart, Suzanne’s maid, which of course puts them at once above scrutiny. In the humble capacity, therefore, of valet and cliambriere, Favart and his wife, set out in the coach with Hector and his bride-elect, and so, amid the bustle of leave-taking, the smacking of whips, and the jingling of horse- bells, the Act finishes. No. 1.— CHORUS AND SOLI. Chorus. Tlie coach is come, the coach must dine, Up with the joint, out with the wine ! Our spanking team lead to the stable, Set for us the groaning table ! Nic. This way ! there’s room for all, and more, The table d'hote ’s at half-past four ! Babet. We’ll wait upon you with good will, (Attendance is charg’d in the bill.) Which of course is bad for us, But we do not make a fuss. Jean. ( 5 ) Chorus. Meanwhile ere on the food we rush, We think we’d like a wash and brush. No. 2. — TRIO AND AIR. Suzanne, Hector, Cotignac. Suz. ’Tis he ! Cot. What he ? Suz. He I adore ! Cot. (0 what a bore !) Suz. Ah, yes ’tis he ! Cot. Well, we shall see. Hect. Sir ! I bid you both good day, You, and your charming daughter ; So quick you drove up on your way, ’Twas odds I ne’er had caught her. Cot. That’ll do ! that’ll do ! young man, Both you and your pretensions Are unknown to Suzanne. Hect. You really must excuse me, sir ; But frequently we too have met. Cot. Frequently met ! Frequently met ! Suz. 0, papa, do not fret ! Hect. Mutual vows we have exchanged. Cot. Mutual vows ? Mutual stuff ! Suz. 0, papa, don’t be rough ! Hect. ( ecstatically .) Ev’ry star that glitters in heav’n above Has been a witness of our love ! Cot. Where did you meet ?J Suz. Must I tell ? Cot. Yes ! I think ’twere perhaps as well ! Air. Suz. It was not at rout or ball, In the madd’ning mazy dance, But over a garden wall, First I met his loving glance ! ( 6 ) Ah ! it was Cupid’s own summertime weather. Too quick the moments golden flew. Music our hearts kept heating together, And the little birds sang too. Ensemble. Suz. & What so sweet as lover’s dreaming ? Hect. Silks and satins, take them all, With rank, title, grandeur gleaming, Give me an hour of that garden wall ! Cot. What so wild as lover’s dreaming ? Sure this fancy’s worse than all ; ’Tis folly, rank — this young man’s scheming; Would I had known of that garden wall ! Ho. 8. — SONG — “ CALENDAR OF BACCHUS !” Favart. — Recit. The bins were dark and dusty, The bottles old and musty, And o’er the vaults so dank The cobwebs flourished rank ! But in that waste I found, As I had guessed before To cheer my solitude, Some saintly men of yore ! I. .And oh ! for the joy and the comfort I received from Saint Peray ! And the soothing of good Saint Julien Will in mem’ry last alway And when I call’d them to my summons. Other fathers were not deaf, And they pour’d sweet comfort in me. Did Saint Marceaux and Saint Estephe! ( 7 ) Refrain. For ha ! ha ! ha ! ’tis not so weary, And ha ! ha ! ha ! ’tis not so colcl, And cellars are by no means dreary When hob-a-nobbing with the monks of old I II. “ Oh, Father !” I cried, “ prithee tell me, If fate here my grave hath dug ?” Then Saint Marceaux he laugh'd and sparkled,. And Saint Julien went “ glug, glug !” Again, say, shall I see my darling, Ghostly fathers hear mv prayer ? Then they positively chuckled, As if to say, “ We shall be there !” For ha ! ha ! ha ! &c.. &c., No. 4. — TABLE CHORUS, SCENE, AND AIR OF THE MANDOLIN. Madame Favart, Hector, Cotignac, and Chorus. Chorus. Cot. | Hect. j Cot. Hect. Now for dinner, now to table, Fix’d price seven francs a head l Eat and drink as long’s we’re able. Costs the same as has been said l Bring me cutlets, a brace or so, And a bottle of good Bordeaux ! Excuse me I’ve taken this table ! Yes 1 but I thought two might dine there. ( 8 ) Cot. You might perhaps, I am not able ! Hect. (Fine old crusted militaire !) Chorus. Now for dinner, &c., &c., Entrance of Madame Favart. M. Fay. O’er mountain and thro’ valley straying, I’ve wandered from my home ! Old refrains on my mandoline playing, To strangers as I roam ! And ever blythe I am and gay, Whene’er I trill my mountain lay. (to Cot.) Varied, sir, is my collection, What you want then please to say ; Shall gaiety or love’s dejection Be the subject of my lay ? Cot. No ! no ! no sad song as we dine, But troll a stave of war and wine ! Tho’ some love melancholy, some Love chink of glass and tuck of drum, Chorus. So sing no sad song as we dine, But troll a stave of war and wine. M. Fav. Chorus. M. Fav. Chorus. M. Fav. “ Tho’ I believe his word not, Bihhons of mine he wears, He twists them in his sword knot, And his affection swears !” Tra la la la la la ! (’Twas here they said Favart was hiding) Tra la la la ! (I wonder where he can he hiding ?) Kind gentlemen, your pity show, Ere on my way I go ! Ensemble. M. Fav. O’er mountain &c. &c. Chorus. Tho’ I believe his word not, &c. (. 9 ) No. 5.— AIK.—' “THE NOVICE.” Mdme. Favart. I. Hearts clad in white and pale their brows, Both novice and nun wear a purer air, Orisons rise — unholy vows Of passion or love never enter there ! As my beads I told The abbess old, Ne’er dreamt how my poor heart was beating. As one to the other gave greeting. . . . (The Novice.) “ Ave ! my mother !” (The Abbess.) “ Ave ! my daughter !” (The Novice.) “ Ave ! my mother !” II. Deep is the shade of convent walls, And sombre at daylight’s declining ray, ’Tis at that hour that mem’ry calls A voice and a touch that are far away ! And an accent so dear I long to hear, With rebel heart ’gainst my robe beating, Alas ! I hear naught but this greeting. . . . “ Ave ! my mother !” “ Ave ! my daughter !” No. 6.— CHOKUS.— SCENE AND AIR. — “ THE ART- LESS THING- ” AND HICCUP CHORUS. Mdme. Favart, Biscotin, Waiters , and Chorus of Soldiers . Chorus. After marching all the long day, 0 what joy to moisten our clay, For after all there is no labour So hard as trailing gun and sabre. ( 10 ) But duty done We have our fun ! Flirting, laughing, Good wine quaffin", Bis. Serg. M. Fav. Bis. Serg. Bis. Serg. Bis. M. Fav. Never fear ! Bis. What then M. Fav. Why ! you shall see l (to the Patrol.) Gentlemen ! each empty glass, Let me now be filling ! Serg. Eh ? who is this stranger lass, Bis. Toinon ! an honest wench enough, • And very willing! M. Fav. So, sergeant, let's fill up your glass ! Serg. Oh ! certainly, you’re very kind ! (Egad she’s charming !) Me you remind Of my old flame — bight Margoton, Who was so clever at a song. But now, fall in, men. Come along ! M. Fav. Wait a bit ! If you like a song, I know far more than Margoton ! Serg. Do you really ? M. Fav. A moment stay ! You’ll hear it is the truth, I say. So, Mister Landlord, up Fill flagon, glass, and cup ! Bight, Soldiers brave, be seated pray. What’s in the wind ? Ah ! all the day We’ve tried to find, both near and far, A strolling player call’d Favart. (aside.) Favart ! Be silent ! From information And profound excogitation, I have made this calculation. That our man is here. Is here ? Is here ! exactly Not at all ! that cannot he ! ( 11 ) And that the chorus gay may be, See that you sing it out with me. Chorus. Yes ! never fear, we’ll give it out, For you can sing and we can shout l Air. — The Artless Thisg, 1 . M. Fay. My first he was a rustic lad, I loved him all the spring — (I am an artless thing !) Chorus. She is an artless thing ! M. Fav. And he was true, and I was glad, (Being an artless thing !) Then up came a sailor, A merry young sailor, “ 0 come, my darling, come,” says he, “ I plough the ocean not the lea.” I felt there was nothing left but to agree — (I am such an artless thing !) Chorus. She is such an artless thing ! II. M. Fav. Now spring was gone, and summer past* But gaily we did sing, (I am an artless thing.) Chorus. She is an artless thing ! M. Fav. I thought this love would be my last* (Being an artless thing !) Then shining and glancing, A soldier came prancing. And when he he fell a- courting me, And prais’d the land, andblam’d the sea, I felt there was nothing left but to agree, (I am such an artless thing !) Chorus, She is such an artless thing. ( 12 ) Serg. Well sung ! a jolly snatch, M. Fav. As good as Margoton perhaps. Serg. Oh, Pooh ! on you she’s not a patch. M. Fav. Fill up again, and no heel taps. Chorus. We drink, for so your -will is, We drink because you are a little dear. Come, be no more neat-handed Phillis, Fall in, and be our Cantineer ! M. Fav. Another drink before we part ! Serg. This woman understands my heart ! M. Fav. Come, Serjeant, fill but one cup more ! Serg. This is a girl I could adore ! Chorus. Yes, yes ! fill up ! another can ! M. Fav. Bravo ! there spoke a proper man ! Chorus, (getting Bacchi pleni.) We drink ! for so your will is ! We drink ! &c. &c. Bis. (They’re very drunk ! M. Fav. Yes, very drunk !) Serg. (with an effort.) Long live our beauty ! But, gentlemen ! we are on duty ! For our search now let’s prepare ! M. Fav. You ought to seek him up that stair! Chorus, (ay palled.) What up that stair ? M. Fav. Yes, up that stair ! Serg. I could have wished he were elsewhere, It is so singularly steep, that stair. M. Fav. If ever they get up, ’tis plain They never will get down again ! Bis. (to Sergeant who is walking into fire.) That’s the stair there ! M. Fav. Gently, gently, gently, gently ! Serg. All right, my love ! Bis. And I will show the way above ! Chorus. We drink — hie — for so your will is — hie, We drink — hie — because you’re a little dear — hie, Come ! be no more — hie — neat-handed Phillis — hie, Fall in — hie — and be our Cantineer ! ( 13 ) No 7.— TRIO. Suzanne, Hector, and Favart. Hect. Farewell, Suzanne, our dream is over, Fortune has done her worst at last ! Ne’er we’ll meet as lover meets lover, Think of me when you recall the past. Buz. Ah ! heaven ! and whither would you go ? Hect. To battle’s front where death may lay me low. (Favart enters as Normandy Peasant.) Fav. Stop a hit ! Your trouble, I know it : Suz. Who’s that ? Hect. (aside.) Favart ! (to Suz.) Only a p®et ! Fav. Yes ! lady do not look surprised, I am a poet, tho’ disguis’d, And well I know I cannot seem, The peasant of a maiden’s dream. But try me, and you’ll find may-hap There’s brain beneath this cotton cap. Suz. 0 sir ! is there hope for us, say Of course there is and thus I’d write your little play ! Fav. Fav. Pair of lovers meet, Stolen vows are sweet, Sighs etcetera ! Love is all in all, On a garden wall, Never heed papa. ) Suz. ' Hect. f Pair of lovers, &c. Fav. ) Fav. You’re found out somehow, Then there is a row. Do I not say true ? Suz. ) Hect. j Yes, alas, too true ! Father very mad, Fav. Lovers very sad ; Hect. ) Suz. \ Fay. (spoken) Fay. Suz. \ Hect. [• Fay. ) Fay. Fay. What are yon to do ? What are we to do ? Filial affection, Copious genuflection ; Lady’s tears like rain, Gentlemen despairing. Papa wildly swearing, All your efforts Yain. End of the First Act. (Second Act !) Lover murmurs Lady wipes her eye. Orders coach and four. Balcony and rope, Youthful pair elope, Tho’ Pa bolts the door ! Lover murmurs, &e. Morning pale reveals Papa’s venging wheels, Nearer still they dash ! Yet on them you gain, Till beneath the strain, Down your coach goes smash On your knees you fall, And for pity call ; On the mountain brow Father darkly scowling, Daughter loudly howling, To his will you bow. Father, in a play At this point give way, Bid the lady rise. And reward devotion Thus with fond emotion, Streaming from their eyes ! Well ! Take her, you dog ! And bless you, my children^ ( 15 ■) Ensemble . Red fire at the wings, Whilst a chorus sings, Wedded joy to crown, Happy pair must stoop, Just to make the group, Ring the Curtain down ! No. 8.— FINALE. Mdme. Favart, Suzanne, Hector, Favart, Cotignac and Chorus. Chorus. Now the coach is waiting for that old Cotignac, He’s been gone for an hour, and he ought to be back? Bringing to his daughter, The ne'ws that she must wed. Tho’ we doubt not she’d marry the wrong one instead ! Entrance of Cotignac. Cot. Ah ! sapristi, saperlotte ! ventre sant-gris ! The governor I went to see, They kept me waiting outside the door, And eooling my heels for an hour or more ! And all that time it would appear, A lady had the great man’s ear ! And when at last she went way A solemn usher thus did say — His Excellency won’t receive, The place is fill’d up, I believe. Hect. The place is gone, the place is gone, Suz. The only hope I built upon. Ensem. Would that we might the new man see. Who can, who can, who can it be ? Cot. Not a whit do I know, This is an awful blow ! ( 16 ) Entrance of Mdme. Favart. M. Fav. Please, a letter has come to Hector Boispreau ; From the Governor’s self, and ’tis for yon, I know ; Hect. (reading the letter.) I’ve got the post, only read ! Ensem. Got the post, ’tis strange indeed! Hect. I wonder how it was ? M. Fav. Would the notion make you blush That a lady pled your cause ? Hect. You, perhaps ? M. Fav. Ah hush Hect. At last, my love, I’ll call thee mine. Suz. I am thine, I am thine. Cot. Not so fast, not so fast. Hect. Why, you would not object ? ’Twas a bargain, you must recollect. Air. Suz. No ! you will never make us part, You dear old dad ! And this poor little heart of mine Will be so glad. And did it try to be stern father ? And did the effort break down rather ? Now look into my face, just so, You won’t say no ? Promise, or else I won’t let go, You can’t say no ! And as I rest on thy dear breast I feel, Ah yes, I feel, You won’t say no ! Cot. This match since down my throat you cram it, Let it be ! all the same — oh d — n it. Enter Favart. Fav. Here’s the guard ! M. Fav. The guard ! Fav. I’m lost ! Hect. You’re wrong ( 17 ) M. Fay.? & Fay. j Fav. Hect. M. Fav.? Suz. 3 M. Fay. Ensem. Fav. Ensem. M. Fav. Hect. Suz. Where are my servants ? must I shout ? You giddy maid, you lazy lout ! Bestir Benoit, wake up Toinon ! [gives luggage to them . Just see us bustle, see us run, And ere you order ’twill be done ! The coach is on, we must begone ! Come on, papa, come on, my bride ! And let us take our place inside ! Ah ! my darling one, how happy is my fate Yes ! but come along for the coach is late ! Postillion Befrain. But bustle now both high and low Who with the coach are going, The driver’s had his parting glass The guard his horn is blowing. But bustle ! &c. The night is far too fine for sleep as on we’re rolling, So let us all some merry snatch of song be trolling. The night, &c., While the team goes spanking on, We will greet the ruddy dawn. And if the silv’ry chime of bells Shall mingle with the singing, ’Twill make me think of marriage bells That soon shall be a ringing. With thee the journey of our life can ne’er be dreary, Nor yet the road we tread together ever weary. Quartette. Onward speeding thro’ the night Loving eyes shall be our light, Birds are silent on the tree, But we’ll whisper tenderly. ( 18 ) Ensemble. — Whip Chorus. Click! Clack! Click, Clack, Hark to the whip ! Oar mettled steeds are neighing, The village dogs are baying. Host and hostess, Good Night ! Good night ! End of Act I. ( 19 ) ACT II. ARGUMENT. The scene of this Act is laid at the official residence of the new' Lieutenant of Police in Douai. Hector is now married to Suzanne,; and Fayart and his wife are hiding in his house, as cook and lady’s- maid respectively. The unlooked-for arrival of the Marquis de Pont- sable, who conferred the lieutenancy on Boispreau, for the beaux yeux of his supposed wife (in reality Madame Favart), throws the hapless household into the greatest perplexity. The Governor i& commissioned by the irate Marechad Saxe, to bring him Madame Favart, suspected of being concealed in the very house of the Lieu- tenant of Police. The imbroglio that ensues is of the most amusing nature. Madame Favart has to dress as Madame de Boispreau, and the - latter has to don the soubrette’s dress of the actress. The complica- tion is heightened by the threatened visit of an old dowager who knows the actress, La Comtesse de Mont-Griefon, and to escape this new danger, Madame Favart has to personate the old lady herself. In the end, the Governor, who has been fooled to the top of his bent, succeeds in capturing Favart himself, but is deceived into arresting Suzanne, under the impression (which he never gets rid of till the end of the piece) that she is Madame Favart. He hales the pair before Saxe, in camp, and Hector is left to bewail his wife’s absence in the company of Madame Favart. The departure for the camp concludes the Act. No. 9.— SONG AND CHORUS.— Suzanne. Air. Suz. I feel new joy, a new delight, And life for me begins to-night. Ah ! may for me the breathing hours, Be pure as are these simple flow’rs. Chorus. She feels new joy, a new delight, &c. ( 20 ) Suz. Chorus. No. I Her love to me’s dearer than glory, For is she not fairer than all ? On earth there are flow’rets more bright to me Than bloom in the heaven above ; And if ’twas a lady who lost us our Eden, Another Eve gives us her love ! II. The cold world may smile in derision, Ah ! their mocking is nothing to me ; My Paradise may be a vision, But if so, why ! so let it be ! On earth, &c. The first dance that I danc’d with glee Was on my own dear mother’s knee. The next I never will forget, My awkward school-girl minuet ! Older grown, what a fearful joy It was, that first dance with a boy. Then that dear dancing later still, That ended somehow in, “ I will.” And so it is I feel to-night The rapture of a new delight. The arm he’ll give his happy wife Is not for one dance but for life. And so it is, &c., 9. — (Bis) ROMANCE— THE TWO EYES. Hector. I. know ’tis an old, old story, But a woman now holds me thrall ; ( 21 ) No. 10.— THE PUFF SONG. Favart. I. From the oven hot and vasty When you draw a noble pie, How superb appears the pasty Ev’ry tooth would like to try ! But air is its only stuffing, Its proportions but a dream, For good pastry is but puffing, And pies are not what they seem. And you’ll say, When it you weigh, ’Tis very, very, very, very, very light. II. Now I think one small admission You will make as well as I, More than one big politician Bears resemblance to a pie ! With their own importance swelling, Ev’ry body they would teach ; In the art of fudge excelling Big in strut, and loud in speech, But you’ll say, &c. &c. No. 11.— CHOBUS, BECIT, AND AIB.— PontsablS Chorus. Chorus. Great man in peace. Great man in war, Hail to the chief, Our governor ! ( 22 ) • Eecit. Pont. Your reception so warm seems absurd at first- sight But on reflection .... ’tis only right !. If great man ere could be, Deserving of applause, I’m he ! Therefore your homage pay, To Pontsable ! Aie. Yes ! I date from the Fourteenth Louis,. From the age of snuff-box and fan, Then a roue was a roue, Not a colourless honest man ! Then was diplomacy a science, For we never spoke the truth ; On our sword we placed reliance In the innocent days of youth. PiEFRAIN. Grace and wit hang round me yet. For still I am the ladies’ pet ! Ohorus. Grace and, &c. ReCIT. Ponts. Now, then, all please to go away, No doubt the ladies wish to stay! But, little darlings, do not cry, And I will see you by and by ! Refrain. Yes, grace, &c. No. 12.— QUARTETTE. Mdme. Favart, Suzanne, Hector, and Favart. Ah, ’tis too bad ! It is inhuman — Suz. Fav. ( 23 ) ;Suz. Fay. Suz. Fay. Suz. Fay. M. Fay .Hect. M. Fay. Hect. M. Fav.7 & Hect.) M. Fav. Hect. M. Fay. Hect. M. Fav. Hect. M. Fav. Suz. M. Fay. Fay. M. Fav. Hect. M. Fay. Hect. M. Fay. Hect. Me to deceive ! And me to trick. Confess, you wretch ! Speak, artful woman ! Defend yourselves. And do it quick. Know then, that I can, sir, Clear myself at once. You shall have your answer, , Jealous little dunce. One chance, I had one only, For you my bride to be. And from your cellar lonely, I had to set you free ! To get at both our ends, ’bove all ways there was one, Th’ appointment ! TIT appointment Now you’ll hear how our scheming was done Well we plann’d That a lady Should court The old Marquis, Who believ’d ’Twas Suzanne there While ’twas I Good, I see ! And I won (Pretty drama) For -we play’d Very well, But the game Isn’t finish’d. He must never Know the sell ! M. Fav. If he did— Hect. Then his anger M. Fav. Very soon — Hect. We should feel. M. Fav. She’d be popped — ( 24 ) Hect. M. Fay. Hect. M. Fav. Hect. M. Fav. Hect. In a convent, And he’d have — The Bastille ! Yes, a convent. The Bastille ! So a march — We must steal. Ensem. So a march, &c. Hect. I fear, little wife, you must go away, And with some acquaintance try to pass the day. Suz. Very pretty programme I doubt not, sir, Leaving you my husband alone with her ! M. Fav. Beally, my dear ! Fav. I’ll be there, you know ! ITect. No time this for pouting, Go, my dearest life, do go Suz. I reply, not I ! Air. To leave thee ere my orange blossom wreath is faded. To leave ere the waning of the honeymoon, Altho’ by me thou ne’er shalt be upbraided, Still I think the sudden parting comes too soon ! No ! No ! Husband mine, There I draw the line ! I’ll honour and obey, If I’m not sent away ! Grass widowhood will not do for me ! And I am here, and mean to be. Becit. Fav. ) Hect. &. I’Tis well then, let the Bastille open. M. Fav. j Suz. No ! no ! For I will go ! M. Fav. Hect. & >■ Bravo ! bravo ! bravo ! Fav. j Suz. (But all the same, I mean to stay, Unknown to them I’ll lind the way !) ( 25 ) Ensemble. Tutti. Now we have laid our heads together, A vict’ry sure we may count upon. But hide these heads till finer weather Shine on us, and that old man be gone. Then for loud laughter, but now be dumb, The great man’s here, the hour has come. There’s little time now for leave-taking, The Governor his way is hither making. So au revoir ! We’ll soon outwit the Governor. No. 13.— DUO AND BELL CHOBUS. Madame Favart, Pontsable, Favart. M. Fav. Conjure not up a glitt’ring vision, Tell me not tales with grandeur fraught ; Point me not beauty’s bower Elysian, I’m but a woman, tempt me not ! Yes ! I know, poor has been my marriage, For me life hath but few delights ; And I feel I rather miss a carriage. Ponts. (Egad ! she bites, she bites !) M. Fav. And yet to tell the honest truth, I like our bread and cheese and kisses ; Gold cannot buy you love and youth, And they are earth’s greatest blisses ! Ponts. 0 very weli, have what you please, Of lasses, bread, and cheese ! For I love you, Fav. He loves her ! M. Fav. Is it true ? Ponts. I am thy beauty’s thrall ! See at thy feet I fall. My forces I must call Ere, at her feet he fall ! Fav. ( 26 ) Enter Cooks and Soubrettes with luncheon . Chorus. Sir! we hope this cold collation, Specially prepared for you, May meet with your approbation, Peck a little, try it, do ! Pont. What, idiot, have you been about To let intrude this rabble rout ? Fav. You told me, sir, to ring the bell, And that meant lunch, it seems as well. M. Fav. \ It was the bell, I could not tell, Ponts. !■ In the future ’twill be as well Fay. ) Not to trust too much to a bell, For like mortals bells have a tongue And carefully they must be rung. No. 14. — YOCxiL MINUET. Madame Fayart. To age’s dull December I think I am come at last ! But there glows at least an ember, From out the fire of my past ! You and I then trod a measure And ’neath the moon we sometimes met Vanish’d all that dream of pleasure, But it thrills my being yet. With the music and the dancing, Comes the spell of olden time, Like a lost ray of sunlight Or a half-remembered rhyme ! I feel an old joy in me springing, Feel a new life in each vein, As back my thoughts are ever winging To my girlhood’s days again ! No ! no ! the vision leaves me, I’m but an old crone once more ; And they come but to deceive me, Those phantoms of yore ! ( 27 ) *Chorus. Madame PONTS. Ensem. PONTS. Ensem. PONTS. .Ensem. PONTS. Hect. } PONTS. ) Ay ! you may smile, for you have reason, I know things are not what they seem. Dance and sing, for ’tis youth’s season, But only let th’ old woman dream ! No. 14. {Bis.) CHOBUS. Something’s wrong ! What’s the matter ? Pontsable soft and mild, Fumes and struts, Makes a clatter, What can have made him wild ! No. 15.- FINALE. Favart, Suzanne, PontsablE, Favart, Chorus. Quintette and Chorus. Now then my Maresclial Saxe ! {appalled.) My Maresclial Saxe ! Have I been in duty lax ? In duty lax ? For the pair I have caught. Whom long time you have sought. Whom long time you have sought. ’Twas my own intellect, Did the couple detect, And my wondrous brain, Will fill the poet’s strain ! Ensemble. Fate our happy ties will sunder, What will bring I wmnder, This old man, he has the power. Fate unkind ! Ah surely thou art blind. Oh ! poor Favart, to think that you, And your young wife are made to wear the rue ( 28 ) Fav. M. Fav. Ensem. PONTS. Ensem. PONTS. Suz. Hect. Suz. PONTS. Suz. PONTS. Suz. PONTS, Fav. Ponts. M. Fav, Poor wife of mine, to think that you And I are now compell’d to wear the rue ! Pray, madam, manage to keep cool, And so, perhaps, you’ll yet outwit this fool. Fortune has been unkind ! Ah ! surely she is blind. Scene. A pretty brace upon my life, The husband fixed, now for the wife. Formal recognition, I’ll obtain Of talent great as yours you must be vain. And you are .... Madame Favart. Madame who ? 0, don’t deny it ! All acting’s useless, so don’t try it ! In fact, you’d better far confess She’s here, and in a servant’s dress. ’Tis not the first time in her trade She’s play’d at being chambermaid ! The name she’s taken of Toinon, So says the Countess Mont- Griffon ! But you see. . . . Hush ! they trust to you. But then .... what shall I do ? You say you are ? But then .... what shall I do ? You say you are ? I am, I own it, I’m Madame Favart. Yes, I will make a great sensation ! Made myself captive ! 0 aggravation ! I sure must be yet green and young, I could not hold my tongue. Now to the camp, the gay camp Of Maresehal Saxe ! Which only your presence, madame, lacks. Dear madame, don’t look glum, But welcome trumpet and drum. I wish I in your place could go, I like scarves, flags, and all the show ! ( 29 ) Go, dear Suzanne, do not despair, And I will bring your husband there ! Ensem. Tambours are beating, Bugles blow greeting To lads with harness on their back ! War chargers prancing, Swords brightly glancing, What court is like the bivouac ? End of Act II. ( 30 ) ACT III. ARGUMENT. The bustle and gaiety of the Mareschal’s camp is heightened by the news that the Parisian star, Madame Favart, has come to play in a complimentary effusion written by her husband to celebrate the victory of Saxe at Fontenoy. This allegory is to be entitled “Mars ^and Venus,” the theatre is erected in the camp, and the unfortunate Suzanne is doomed to sustain the part of “ Venus ” for the first time on any stage. In vain does she protest that she is not Madame Favart. Pontsable will not believe her, and Favart is desperate at the dilemma in which he finds himself, rendered still more embarrassing by an unexpected visit of the Icing himself to the camp. In the midst of this perplexing state of affairs, two Tyrolese pedlars arrive with their packs. These are Hector and the real Madame Favart. The plot then takes a quick and favourable turn for the two pair of lovers. Favart has now his wife to play, and Hector gets back his trembling bride. The masque proceeds — the king is charmed — grants Madame Favart his royal protection, which she uses to disarm the fury of the now awakened Governor. All ends happily, and the opera concludes to a strain of military jollity. No. 16.— DRILL CHORUS. Sold. Dreadful bore it is this drilling, Making war a humdrum trade. For a combat we are willing, But oh ! don’t we hate parade ! All heroes want a little starching, All heroes want a little marching, ( 31 ) Yivax. Chorus of Actors. Suz. Fav. Suz. Fav. Suz. Fav. Suz. Fav. Suz. Fav. Eight ! left ! right ! left ! So it appears all fields are won ; Eight ! left ! right ! left ! That is the way they say it is done. Our brave boys shall never want a drink, „ Tho’ sabres gleam and cannons rattle ! Of our danger, ah ! little we think, But with our own lads share the battle. No. 17.— CHOEUS AND DUO. Suzanne and Favart. \ The great Favart ! we’ll soon be hearing, > Warm be your welcome, loud your cheering,. ; Long live Favart, the great Favart ! I faint. No don’t. I die. You won’t. My heart is cold in mortal fright ; Fain would I fly ! My limbs refuse me quite. What means this girlish fright ? Be brave, you’ll see that all will yet be right. My eyes are dim, Alone, alas, I seem to be ; And far from him Who’s all the world to me. No ! no ! keep up, are you not near to me ? Courage ! and all shall be as it should be. But surely you would never make An actress play against her heart. Ah, oft an actor’s heart must ache, When laughter runs through all his part. I beg of you, in pity’s name, This cruel thing you will not ask. Suz. ( 32 ) Fav. Think that you’ll save a woman’s fame, And that will nerve you for the task. Ensemble. Suz. Oh, how I shudder, how I tremble ! Fav. Be brave. Ensem. I faint, &c. No. 18.— CHORUS AND TYROLIENNE. Hector, Madame Favart, and Chqrus. Chorus. ) See up the hill ascending, of Solds.} Two pedlars come this way, On them let’s he expending, The balance of our pay ! Not for ourselves we’re buying, Gewgaws and such nicknacks But the ladies there are dying To know what’s in your packs. ( Enter Madame Favart and Hector as Pedlars.) Serg. But who you are, you’ll first be telling, And why into our camp you stroll. M. Fav. We’re pedlars ! lo ! the goods we’re selling. Hect. Our country is the far Tyrol. M. Fav. Shall we sing you — Hect. Of our country dear ? Then listen, I pray, And you shall hear. Tyrolienne. M. Fav.7 Hill and valley so dreary. Hect. ) With a light heart we roam, And we never are weary, When we j odel of home. ( 33 ) M. Fay, Hect. M. Fay. Hect. M. Fay. Hect. M. Fay. Hect. M. Fav. Hect. M. Fay. Hect. M. Fay. Scene. Now’s your time, ye sons of Mars r Ladies ! here’s a new cosmetic ! Try this brand of Swiss cigars. Poems for the Sympathetic. Razors and two-bladed knives, All we want’s your approbation. Buy for sweethearts or for wives ! Selling off in liquidation ! Hurry up ! ye men of blood ! ^ Here you see a pocket pistol ! Solitaires or collar stud ! Diamonds from the mines of Bristol ! Humble is the sum we pray, Small the pittance we’d be earning, For our village far away, Always our fond hearts are yearning. Ensemble. Hill and valley, &c., &c. No. 19.— AIR. Suzanne. ’Tis not in number peril lies, Or danger round a maid will hover. She’d rather fear the looks and sighs Insidious of one only lover ! For very plausible is he ! And very fond and weak is she. And my experience teaches me One lover well may win a maid Who laugheth at a whole Brigade. i> < 34 ) Fav. Chorus. M. Fav. Chorus. M. Fav. M. Fav. Fav. M. Fav. Fav. M. Fav. Fav. M. Fav. Fav. M. Fav. Fav. M. Fav. Fav. M. Fav. Fay. M. Fav. Fav. M. Fav. Fav. No. 20.— DUET AND CHORUS. Mdme. Fav art and Favart. Yes ! be brave ! if but for a moment, Yes ! yes ! have courage, my own dear wife. We play for love, my own, if not for life. Long live the king ! (The king !) O’er all victorious. Long may he live, God save the king ! (’Tis the king !)' Scene. ’Tis the king, my courage fast is fleeting. Falter not ! in moment such as this : How shall I still thy heart’s beating ? How still my heart wildly beating ? Oh, give to me — Yes, give to thee — One loving kiss. One loving kiss. Kiss Duettino. I’m braver now. Ah ! timid heart l Must I then go ? Think of thy art And of thy love. For one so dear — Another kiss ? Yes, one more, here T My heart is strong. Now dearest go, I am prepared. Come weal, come woe J ( 85.) . Ensemble. How good a thing when low’ring is the weather It hearts and lips come lovingly together ; Tho’ storms may come, serenely we the danger greet, In such a moment death itself were sweet, Until we meet, Farewell, my sweet, Farewell! No. 21.— CHORUS. Bravo ! well done ! Madame Favart, Of art and of beauty queen you are, Witchcraft’s surely o’er us stealing, Old soldiers at your feet are kneeling. Bravo ! Favart ! well done Favart ! No. 22.— FINALE. Tutti and Chorus. 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