Duet Ludwig And Julia Lyrics

LUD:
Now Julia, come,
Consider it from
This dainty point of view--
A timid tender
Feminine gender,
Prompt to coyly coo--
Yet silence seeking,
Seldom speaking
Till she's spoken to--
A comfy, cosy,
Rosy-posy
Innocent ingenoo!
The part you're suited to--
(To give the deuce her due)
A sweet (O, jiminy!)
Miminy-piminy,
Innocent ingenoo!

ENSEMBLE

LUD: JULIA:

The part you're suited to-- I'm much obliged to you,
(To give the deuce her due) I don't think that would do--
A sweet (O, jiminy!) To play (O, jiminy!)
Miminy-piminy, Miminy-piminy,
Innocent ingenoo! Innocent ingenoo!

JULIA:
You forget my special magic
(In a high dramatic sense)
Lies in situations tragic--
Undeniably intense.
As I've justified promotion
In the histrionic art,
I'll submit to you my notion
Of a first-rate part.

LUD:
Well, let us see your notion
Of a first-rate part.

JULIA (dramatically):
I have a rival! Frenzy-thrilled,
I find you both together!
My heart stands still--with horror chilled---
Hard as the millstone nether!
Then softly, slyly, snaily, snaky--
Crawly, creepy, quaily, quaky--
I track her on her homeward way,
As panther tracks her fated prey!

(Furiously.)
I fly at her soft white throat--
The lily-white laughing leman!
On her agonized gaze I gloat
With the glee of a dancing demon!
My rival she--I have no doubt of her---
So I hold on--till the breath is out of her!
--till the breath is out of her!

And then--Remorse! Remorse!
O cold unpleasant corse,
Avaunt! Avaunt!
That lifeless form
I gaze upon--
That face, still warm
But weirdly wan--
Those eyes of glass
I contemplate--
And then, alas!
Too late--too late!
I find she is--your Aunt!
(Shuddering.)
Remorse! Remorse!

Then, mad--mad--mad!
With fancies wild--chimerical--
Now sorrowful--silent--sad--
Now hullaballoo hysterical!
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
But whether I'm sad or whether I'm glad,
Mad! mad! mad! mad!

This calls for the resources of a high-class art,
And satisfies my notion of a first-rate part!

[Exit JULIA]

(Enter all the Chorus, hurriedly, and in great excitement.)

CHORUS:
Your Highness, there's a party at the door--
Your Highness, at the door there is a party--
She says that we expect her,
But we do not recollect her,
For we never saw her countenance before!

With rage and indignation she is rife,Gilbert And Sullivan - Duet Ludwig And Julia - http://motolyrics.com/gilbert-and-sullivan/duet-ludwig-and-julia-lyrics.html
Because our welcome wasn't very hearty--
She's as sulky as a super,
And she's swearing like a trooper,
O, you never heard such language in your life!

(Enter BARONESS VON KRAKENFELDT, in a fury.)

BAR:
With fury indescribable I burn!
With rage I'm nearly ready to explode!
There'll be grief and tribulation when I learn
To whom this slight unbearable is owed!
For whatever may be due I'll pay it double--
There'll be terror indescribable and trouble!
With a hurly-burly and a hubble-bubble
I'll pay you for this pretty episode!

ALL:
Oh, whatever may be due she'll pay it double!--
It's very good of her to take the trouble--
But we don't know what she means by "hubble-bubble"--
No doubt it's an expression a la mode.

BAR. (to LUDWIG):
Do you know who I am?

LUD. (examining her):
I don't;
Your countenance I can't fix, my dear.

BAR:
This proves I'm not a sham.
(Showing pocket-handkerchief.)

LUD. (examining it):
It won't;
It only says "Krakenfeldt, Six," my dear.

BAR:
Express your grief profound!

LUD:
I shan't!
This tone I never allow, my love.

BAR:
Rudolph at once produce!

LUD:
I can't;
He isn't at home just now, my love.

BAR. (astonished):
He isn't at home just now!

ALL:
He isn't at home just now,
(Dancing derisively.)
He has an appointment particular, very-
You'll find him, I think, in the town cemetery;
And that's how we come to be making so merry,
For he isn't at home just now!

BAR:
But bless my heart and soul alive, it's impudence personified!
I've come here to be matrimonially matrimonified!

LUD:
For any disappointment I am sorry unaffectedly,
But yesterday that nobleman expired quite unexpectedly--

ALL (sobbing):
Tol the riddle lol!
Tol the riddle lol!
Tol the riddle, lol the riddle, lol lol lay!
(Then laughing wildly.)
Tol the riddle, lol the riddle, lol lol lay!

BAR:
But this is most unexpected. He was well enough at a quarter to twelve
yesterday.

LUD:
Yes. He died at half-past eleven.

BAR:
Bless me, how very sudden!

LUD:
It was sudden.

BAR:
But what in the world am I to do? I was to have been married to him
to-day!

ALL (singing and dancing):
For any disappointment we are sorry unaffectedly,
But yesterday that nobleman expired quite unexpectedly--
Tol the riddle lol