784.fc K58c \807 / w AIRS, DUETS, TRIOS, &c. IN THE NEW COMIC OPERA, CALLED Wf Mi FALSE ALARMS; OR, MY COUSIN. PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE. ROYAL, DRURY. LANE. THE MUSIC ENTIRELY NEW. COMPOSED BV Mk. M. P. KING, and Mr. BRAHAM. THE OVERTURE by Mr. M. P. KING. Hontion : Printed by C. Stower , Paternoster- Rov ; TOR LONQM4N, HURST, REES, AND ORME, PATERNOSTER ROW, 1807 . [price ten*pe nce.] <>;> r -,Oi'-T t f'T:» T K: .*M/. 5iir vi ;j t<;Q L/ii .10 V. -i 4 O . 1 >'K>- > V !•■ . - H J. c. va . - '*> . : as: • .mv: ' • •■• - ■ ’ : ii$Sr. CHARACTERS. /r^c 7 Sir Damon Gayland Edgar Gayland Tom Surfeit Lieutenant MTary Plod Gabriel Grinvelt Bumper Mr. Wroughton Mr. Bra.ham. Mr. Bannister. Mr. Johnstone. Mr. Matthews. Mr. Penley. Mr. Wewitzer. Mr. Dignum. Waiters, Servants, &c. Lady Gayland.., Caroline Sedley Emily Miss Umbrage.. Susan Mrs. Mountain. Miss Duncan. Mrs. Bland. Miss Pope. Mad. Storage. J f * < . " • . ■ . ... M ■ ■ - : • : ' AIRS , DUETS , <$’C. J ) ACT I. SCENE I. An Inn. \ QUINTETTO.— Landlord, Waiters, Emily, and Caroline. ( King.) Land. — Hark, hark, how sweet they tingle l To me a glorious jingle — - And coaches rattling. Travellers tattling. All so cleverly mingle. Wait. — Hark, hark, again they tingle. To me a borish jingle — And coaches rattling. Travellers tattling. All so plaguily mingle. B 6 Land. — The noise of wheels I hear in the entry— Take to your heels. And shew in the gentry. Wait. — This way, ladies — walk this way !— %Car. } Leave us, leave us, friends, I pray, to Car } Welcome here, my charming friend. Welcome to your journey’s end. Car. — Welcome is my journey’s end. Land. — How comely ! V*W . — How charming ! jjr. — s 0 pretty a pair!— Car. — The blockheads are crazy- All — Hark ! hark ! Land. — How sweet they tingle ! All. — How teazing is this jingle. Land. — To me a glorious jingle ! Wait. — To us a borish jingle ! All. — • And coaches rattling. Travellers tattling! All so cleverly mingle. All so borishly mingle. All so noisily mingle. observe how they [stare. DUET. — Emily and Caroline. (King.) Emi . — Time steals our joys. — Car . — • He shan’t steal mine, Emil — Dark is his brow, — I’ll make it shine. Roses shall deck his tresses grey. Dancing shall cheat his sullen way. Tripping along. With mirth and song. I’ll merrily welcome ev’ry day. Have with you then, let ev’ry morrow Be but a further step from sorrow ; And, if our mirth can age beguile. We’ll sketch each wrinkle by a smile. With roses deck time’s tresses grey. With dancing cheat his sullen way, &c. SONG. — Surfeit. ( King .) When I came on the world without notice or name, 5 Twas my Curricle bore me to fashion and fame ; My keeping a girl would have got me a wife. And my two spanking Bays introduc’d me to life. — Then while rattling, and dashing, and splashing alUlay, Old women I scar’d with ‘-'Get out of the way !” I’d a nod from all quarters, — was ever at home, — And St. James’sstreet echo’d with “How d’ye do, Tom?” But when I was knock’d up, and my horses knock'd down, Tom Surfeit’s disaster soon ran through the town ; Then seeking my friends, my misfortune to smother. When I look’d at them one way, they all look’d another. But if rattling, and dashing, and splashing away. Again I recover, and blaze it#o dav. Car.- Emi . — Car.— Both . — s How their necks will relax, and their mem’ries come home. And my ears again ring with their “ How d’ye do, Tom?” SONG.— Caroline. (King.) The north breeze blew keenly, and deep was the gloom, The snow-storm had cover’d the plain; When Eleanor stray’d to her Frederick’s tomb. Ah! ne’er to forsake it again. For ’ere a faint beam summon’d nature from rest. Congeal’d were the tears she had wept; And cold was the cheek as the marble it press’d. And still as her lover she slept. SONG. — Susan. (Brakam.) To hear a tender lover sigh, I own is mighty well. And swear, poor man, he’ll surely die. Unless his woes you heal. How sweet it is such swains to hear. And sweet it is to please ’em; But when their raptures disappear. As charming ’tis to teaze ’em. When Grinvelt woo’d his little wife, And talk’d so wond’rous fine. To be the comfort of his life. Was all my heart’s design. But when he found his joy at hand. And I no more could please him, I quickly made him understand, ’Twas just as sweet to teaze him. AIR. — Lady Gayland. (King ) A swain to his love went a wooing — Says he — my dear, what are you doing ? I’m gathering roses. To make pretty posies. And the sweetest I’ll gather for thee, love — Jhe sweetest I'll gather for thee, Says she. The shepherd her favour pursuing. Went hopefully on with his wooing. If dearest, I chuse one. I’ll take pretty Susan, . The sweetest of roses to me, love — The sweetest of roses to me, Savs he. J ‘ Says Sue, then, her favour renewing, ‘ What signifies any more wooing? ‘ Foul, or fair weather, ‘ We’ll blossom together, f And two pretty sprigs we shall be, love — • ‘ Two pretty sprigs we shall be. Says she.’ 10 TRIO. — Lady Gala nd, Caroline, and Susan. ( Kivg .) Caroline. — Smile again, lady, smile and be gay. Soon we shall laugh our cares away. Laughing shall cure Sir Damon’s folly, Susan. — And laughing shall cure your melancholy Car. Sus. — Smile again, &c. All. — Let grey- beards tell us in a pet. We study not at wisdom's school. And we’ll tell them that they forget ’Tis sometimes wise to play the fool. Then let us laugh — laugh and be gay. Soon we shall laugh your cares away. End of Act the First , n ACT II. SONG. — Edgar. (Braliam.) Should e’er I brave the foaming seas. And hear the bursting tempest sound, I could behold, with heart at ease. The foes dread thunder roll around. For o’er the vessel, cloath'd in light. Would flit a guardian angel bright, ’Midst ev’ry form of death to fire me. And still with love — with hope inspireme. Or in the ranks of martial war. When vengeance bids the bosom glow. From my lov’d country wand’ring far. Where all is death, despair, and woe; O’er my rude pillow cloath’d in light. Would flit a guardian angel bright, ’Midst ev’ry shaft of fate to fire me, Apd still with love — with hope inspire me DUET. — Edgar and Susan. (Braha)n, J Edg. — Hail sweet Hymen to thy joys ! Smiling Cupids now appear ; Sus. — Hail sweet Hymen to thy noise ! Brawling children greet my ear. Edg. — Wooing mildly, Sus. — Scolding wildly. 12 Edg . — You content me, Sus — You torment me, Both. — Oh ! such joys are truly dear ! Edg. — While smiling, pratling, Sus- — Scolding, tattling, Edg. — Love’s soft battling, Sus. — Tongues loud rattling. Both. — Makes marriage a riddle to teaze and confound. Which sense and good humour alone can expound. Hail, sweet Hymen, &c. SONG. — Emily. (King.) Love comes and goes, And no one knows How, or why, or wherefore; But this believe, (I don’t deceive) ’Tis you alone I care for. You, Sir, you. Sir, you, ’Tis you ! You alone I care for. I thank you vastly for your plan. But really Peter’s not the man ; For, if you could my heart explore. You’d see here’s one that I love more. Love comes and goes. Sic. SONG. — Surfeit. (King.) Major Macpherson heav'd a sigh, Tol de diddle dol, &c. And Major Macpherson didn’t know why; Tol de diddle dol, &c. 13 But Major Macpherson soon found out, Tolde diddle dol, &c. It was all for Miss Lavinia Scout, Tol de diddle dol, &c. Says Major Macpherson, I’ve no doubt, Tol de, &c. I’m scorn’d by Miss Lavinia Scout; Tol de, &c. And since on her I still must doat, Tol de, &c. I’ll make it a point to cut my throat. Tol de, &c. Then Major Macpherson took a razor, Tol de, &c. And, says he, damn me but I’ll amaze her : Tol de, & c. My fate’s decreed, — my hour is come : — Tol de, &c. Then he drew the edge across his thumb ; Tol de, 8tc. And still on his woes did the Major harp ; Tol de, &c. But the Major was young, and the razor was sharp. Tol de,&c. No, says he, — to kill himself a brave man scorns, Tol de, «!^c, So instead of his throat, he cut his corns. Tol de, &c. 14 DUET. — M’Lary and Caroline. ( King J M c Lar. — How we shall pass our time — Pll tell ye — When the drum beats the sweet reveillez. Merrily merrily beating. Caroline , — Soldiers then all briskly muster, Musquets ring, and serjeants bluster. Busily, busily meeting. M'Lar. — Oft-times marching all the day. While the drum still cheats the weary way. Both.— With a rub a dub, &c. JM‘Lar. — Then how each heart is nobly bounding. When the trumpets’ loudly sounding. Loudly to the battle ! Caroline. — No repining, sinking, sighing. Bravely conquering or dying. While the cannons rattle ! ( Altern.) — But danger past, and vict’ry smiling. Love and wine our cares beguiling ; — - Double pleasure crowns the day. While the drum still beats so brisk and gay. With a rub a dub, &c, SONG. — Emily. ( King .) Dear Edgar, should I ne’er again Behold that face, I vow sincerely My heart thy image should retain. And ever love it dearly, dearly. i 15 I cannot weep, I heave no sighs ; This heart was ever light and cheerly • But laughing spirits, laughing eyes. Can love, and love you dearly, dearly, DUET. — Surfeit and Emily. ( King ,) Surf . — Thro’ life as we steer. At fortune we jeer ; Good humour is ever our store : Emi. — And we know, long ago. When you’ve pleasure in tow. Your maxim’s the merrier the more. I’m sure, Mr. Peter, no man can be neater. Surf — And indeed. Miss, I never saw damsel com- pleter ; Emi . — With you I could trip. Surf — To a wooden-legg’d scraper. Both.— And hornpipe or jig we’d so jollily caper. Sing fal, lal, &c. Surf — With such glee, when at sea If so jolly are we; No mortals I’m sure can be more : Emi . — And since I could rely All your troubles would fly At sea, — I might revel on shore. Surf . — Then our ramble completing, nnd once again meeting Emi . — Your sweethearts and wives, how, delightful, the greeting : 16 Surf . — Then again to the notes of a wooden-legg’d scraper. Both. — A hornpipe or jig we’d so jollily caper. Sing fal, lal. See. SONG. — Plod. (King.) Before young madam, now-a-days, her pretty sweet- heart blesses, He sobs, and swears, and sighs, and calls it paying his addresses ; With their interviews and Billy-Doos, and all such kick-shaw stuff) Before they go to church they’ve had of loving quite enough. With their tiddy dol, &c. But when I courted Mrs. Plod, Miss Polly Jones as was. Now if so be as you like me, says I, I’ll have you, poz ; So then says Polly Jones, says she. I’ll ax my Pa’s con-? sent ; And then she gave a smiling look, and I know’d what she meant. It was tiddy dol, &c. Then in the Morning Post you’ll see, while modern gentry faulter. That Mr. this will shortly lead Miss t’other to the halter ; But Poll and I we kept things hush, — I’m sure the plan was wiser. And just when over clapt it in the Daily Advertiser. With a tiddy dol. See. 11 DUET. — Susan and Lady Gayland. (Braham.J By the sad sighs of woe,. By the cares you bestow. By thy mischievous Bow, Dear Cupid, be near us ! > By thy treacherous charms. By the frown that alarms. By the smile that disarms. Ah ! gentle God hear us ! SONG. — Edgar. (Braham.) Said a Smile to a Tear, On the cheek of my dear. And beam’d like the sun in spring weather. In sooth, lovely Tear, It strange must appear. That we should be both here together. I came from the heart, A soft balm to impart. To yonder sad daughter of grief : And I, said the Smile, That heart now beguile. Since you gave the poor mourner relief. Oh ! then, said the Tear, Sweet Smile, it is clear. We are twins, and soft Pity our mother: And how lovely that face Which together we grace, For the woe and the bliss of another ! 18 TRIO. — Lady Gayland, Susan, and Edgar. ( King ) Lady Gayland and Susan. Hence despair. Oh ! ne’er receive her, Fatal foe to joy or rest. Edgar. Hope is worse: the fair deceiver Racks us when we think we’re blest J Promising ever. Blessing never; Shall I trust the Jilt again ? Lady Gayland and Susan. Trust her, trust her, once again. Be no willing slave of pain. TOCETHER . Edgar . — Lady G. S) Susan . } } Hope’s a jilt, a fair deceiver, Joy will ne’er be mine again. Trust again the dear deceiver ; Joy may yet be your’s again. End of Ad the Second 19 ACT III RONDEAU. — Edgar. ( Braham .) Come to me, come to me, dearest maid Relieve my doubts and pains ! Thy lover is waiting, dearest maid. To wear thy rosy chains. — No more I’ll doubt thee, — no, no, never, — » Dearest, believe me thine for ever; Far from thy tyrant would I bear thee. None from these arms again should tear thee. Come to me, &c. Thy Edgar ne’er can live without thee, — Deep are his pangs that he should doubt thee. And should you now reject his prayer. Death is his refuge from despair. Come to me, &c. TRIO. — Edgar, Emily, and Surfeit. (King.) Gentle Sir, we thank you kindly. Surf,*-. Zounds ! I see, I’ve acted blindly f Edg. Emi. j Fortune, thou’rt a gen'rous maid! Surf . — Fortune, thou’rt a treach’rous jade ! Edg. # \ Emi. J Adieu, sweet Sir, we must away. Surf . — I desire you not to stay. Togeth. j- Away ! Away ! We must away ! Edg. $ 1 But, indeed, we thank you kindly. Emi. J Gentle Sir, we thank you kindly. SONG. — M‘ Lary. (Irish.) Oh! a petticoat. Honey’s, an Irishman’s joy. Go where he will, his time merrily passes ; Search the world over, sure Paddy’s the boy For banging the men and for kissing the lasses. And if you but get a red coat to your back, In Russia, in Prussia, in France, or in Flanders; All the pretty ma’amselles have a mighty neat knack Of cocking their chins at both men and commanders. Then heigh for the petticoat, — that is my joy. — Go where I will my time merrily passes. — Search the world over, sure Paddy’s the boy For banging the men and for kissing the lasses. When sweet Kitty Connor pierc’d me through the heart. And chose Teddy Blarney, a big man of honor. One moon-shiny night, to give ease to my smart, I kick’d Mr. Blarney, and kiss’d Mrs. Connor: 21 And the little plump God, for his mother knew what. Was the son of old Mars, or he’d never alarm ye; And if he’d be growing as tall as he’s fat. You’d see master Cupid brought up to the army. Then heigh for the petticoat, &c. SONG. — Lady Gayland. ( King.) Now cheering dreams of future joy. Again shall soothe my breast ; My heart’s sweet peace no cares destroy. Then rest, fond flutt’rer — -rest! When hopeless passion racks the frame, Tis like a frost — ’tis like a flame — By turns it freezes, chills the soul — By turns the flames of anger roll. SONG.— -Caroline. ( King .) 4 A language soft that needs no tpngug, To love is ever ready. An sweet. Sir Damon, ’ere ’tis long. I’ll teach it to your lady. c Tis in the dance each gentle spark This language will display. Oh ! then with look and gesture — mark. The pretty things we’ll say — A language soft. See. FINALE. (King.) Car. — Come, now, since no motive of quarrel have we. Let us bid animosities fly — Sir I). — I’m sm*e I’m as happy as mortal can be; .MI jar . — So am I — Edgar. — So am I — Plod. — So am I. — lady G. — Then brighten’d with smiles of good humour and glee. While frolic and pleasure abound ; We shall all be as happy as mortals can be. If here our good humour goes round. All. — Then brighten’d with smiles, &c. Edgar. — Auspicious hour! — secure my fair; Now welcome joy ! — now hence despair. Henceforth may we ever prove. The joys of wedded mutual love. And brighten’d with smiles. See. M'Lar . — Love and war can never jar. Fighting sweetens kissing — Yes, where there’s known too much of one, T’other’s seldom missing. Gab . — 23 Lady G . — Yet our festive mirth to crown — Yet to chase each lurking frown, Sir Damon must, unless you hinder. Lead the dance with Rosalinda, Then brighten’d with smiles, &c. FINIS. C. Stower, Printer, Paternoster Row. A NEW BRITISH THEATRE Just published, In Royal i8mq. Price One Shilling each, embellished with a fine En- graving; — or, Price Two Shillings, elegantly printed on superfine Paper, with a Portrait of the Author, for each Volume, and Proof Impressions of both the Plates. Numbers I. to XLVII. (to be continued Weekly) of a new Work, ENTITLED, rpim BRITISH THEATRE; or, a Collection of Playt. JL which are acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury-lane, Covent- garden, and Hay market. 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