DOI Heft:
April 14, 1866
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16877#0159
April 14, 1866.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CMARTVART
151
GALATEA MARRIED.
{Restored by Mr. Punch from one of the Elgin Bas-Reliefs representing the fragment of a Wheel.)
SECOND PART OF ACIS AND GALATEA.
(and ALL THAT IS WANTED IS a SECOND HANDEL.)
CHARACTERS.
Galatea (a Sea Nymph). Ghost of Acts (a dead Sicilian Shepherd.) Damon {a live Sicilian Shepherd.)
Polyphemus (a Giant.) Chorus.—Nymphs and Shepherds.
Scene—Same rural prospect as in Part the First.
N.B. As the First Part, compiled and invented by the late Mr. John
Gay, has not been written more than about one hundred and forty-five
years, the public, always rather slow, may not have had time to become
universally acquainted with the poem. Those who don’t know it are
hereby informed that the Poet Punch has followed, with exquisite
■accuracy, the verses of the Poet Gay.
Dedicated to Mr. Manns and the Crystal Palace generally.
Overture.
Chorus of Shepherds, Spc.
Now the fame of martyred Acis
Rests upon a watery basis.
He’s a River and can run,
While we dance and have our fun.
Recit. (Galatea.)
Ye shepherds brown, ye maidens white,
To me your mirth’s distasteful, quite.
How can you dance, how can you sing.
Who saw that rock the Giant fling ?
A grief that finds such rapid healing
Displays an awful want of feeling.
Air.
Hush, ye noisy cackling crew,
Your clumsy larks
And coarse remarks,
They bore me much, they do.
[Rustic dance.
Cease your songs and stop your jumps,
And leave me to my doleful dumps.
Recit. (Damon.)
O Galatea, if I might be heard—
To you I’d like to say a single word.
Air.
The word I’d say is single,
But, married L would be :
I see your fingers tingle,
To box my ears, ma mie.
Yet is she wise who tarries?
Remember this through life ;
The nymph who never marries,
Can never be a wife.
Recit. (Galatea.)
Don’t stand there making those absurd grimaces;
You’re not a patch on my lamented Acis.
Air.
He was a love,
Likewise a dove,
But truth’s in what you say.
And taking you,
Without ado.
May be the wisest way.
Go on wooing.
Sighing, suing,
“ Buy your wedding suit from Grove,”
And, Yes, I ’ll have you for my love.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CMARTVART
151
GALATEA MARRIED.
{Restored by Mr. Punch from one of the Elgin Bas-Reliefs representing the fragment of a Wheel.)
SECOND PART OF ACIS AND GALATEA.
(and ALL THAT IS WANTED IS a SECOND HANDEL.)
CHARACTERS.
Galatea (a Sea Nymph). Ghost of Acts (a dead Sicilian Shepherd.) Damon {a live Sicilian Shepherd.)
Polyphemus (a Giant.) Chorus.—Nymphs and Shepherds.
Scene—Same rural prospect as in Part the First.
N.B. As the First Part, compiled and invented by the late Mr. John
Gay, has not been written more than about one hundred and forty-five
years, the public, always rather slow, may not have had time to become
universally acquainted with the poem. Those who don’t know it are
hereby informed that the Poet Punch has followed, with exquisite
■accuracy, the verses of the Poet Gay.
Dedicated to Mr. Manns and the Crystal Palace generally.
Overture.
Chorus of Shepherds, Spc.
Now the fame of martyred Acis
Rests upon a watery basis.
He’s a River and can run,
While we dance and have our fun.
Recit. (Galatea.)
Ye shepherds brown, ye maidens white,
To me your mirth’s distasteful, quite.
How can you dance, how can you sing.
Who saw that rock the Giant fling ?
A grief that finds such rapid healing
Displays an awful want of feeling.
Air.
Hush, ye noisy cackling crew,
Your clumsy larks
And coarse remarks,
They bore me much, they do.
[Rustic dance.
Cease your songs and stop your jumps,
And leave me to my doleful dumps.
Recit. (Damon.)
O Galatea, if I might be heard—
To you I’d like to say a single word.
Air.
The word I’d say is single,
But, married L would be :
I see your fingers tingle,
To box my ears, ma mie.
Yet is she wise who tarries?
Remember this through life ;
The nymph who never marries,
Can never be a wife.
Recit. (Galatea.)
Don’t stand there making those absurd grimaces;
You’re not a patch on my lamented Acis.
Air.
He was a love,
Likewise a dove,
But truth’s in what you say.
And taking you,
Without ado.
May be the wisest way.
Go on wooing.
Sighing, suing,
“ Buy your wedding suit from Grove,”
And, Yes, I ’ll have you for my love.