Rosina (1782)

Scene I

Rustic

This purse is the plague of my life

Rustic

<- Dorcas, Rosina

I am just going, Rosina

Rustic, Dorcas, Rosina

<- Captain Belville

I have disposed of your money, sir

Dorcas, Rosina, Captain Belville

Rustic ->

Go back to the reapers

Rosina, Captain Belville

Dorcas ->

I cannot support his presence

[Air]

Rosina
Sweet transports, gentle wishes, go!

Rosina, Captain Belville

<- William

Pray, William, do you know of any body that has lost a purse?

Captain Belville, William

Rosina ->

Captain Belville, William

<- Phœbe

There is William; but I'll pretend not to see him.

[Air]

Phœbe
Henry cull'd the flow'ret's bloom

That's Harry's posy

[Air]

William
When bidden to the wake or fair

I see Kate waiting for me

[Duet]

Phœbe, William
In gaudy courts, with aching hearts

Captain Belville

Phœbe, William ->

Captain Belville

<- Belville

I tremble at the impression

[Air]

Belville
Ere bright Rosina met my eyes

Captain Belville, Belville

<- William

Here's his honour, Phœbe

Captain Belville, Belville

William ->

Since the sun rose

(Belville lies down on a bank by the fountain; gleaners pass the stage, last Rosina, who comes forward singing)

Captain Belville, Belville

<- Rosina

[Air]

Rosina
Light as thistledown moving which floats on the air

What do I see? mr. Belville asleep?

Belville, Rosina

Captain Belville ->

Why do you fly thus, Rosina?

[Duet]

Belville, Rosina
For you, my sweet maid, may be not afraid

Unveil your whole heart to me, Rosina

Belville, Rosina

<- Dorcas

His honour here? Good lack!

Belville, Dorcas

Rosina ->

Belville, Dorcas

<- Captain Belville

Rosina has taken that bye road

Belville, Dorcas

Captain Belville ->

Will your honour please to walk into our homely cottage?

Belville

Dorcas ->

Belville

<- Captain Belville

I wish it was over; I'm not quite easy.

Belville, Captain Belville

<- Dorcas, Rustic

Help, for heaven's sake, sir!

Belville, Captain Belville, Dorcas, Rustic ->

Scene II

A meadow by the river side.

<- Belville, Captain Belville, Dorcas, Rustic, 1st Irishman, 2nd Irishman

Don't be frighted, sir

Belville, Captain Belville, Dorcas, Rustic, 1st Irishman, 2nd Irishman

<- Rosina

I canno' speak. Art thou safe?

[Air]

Belville,
How blest, my fair, who on thy face

Belville, Captain Belville, Dorcas, Rustic, 1st Irishman, 2nd Irishman, Rosina

<- William, Phœbe

I am punished; but I have too well deserv'd it

[Air Finale]

All
To bless, and to be blest, be ours

(the Reapers form dances)

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Rosina