Music Festival Under the Direction of Walter Damrosch for the Inauguration of Music Hall Founded by Andrew Carnegie; May 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th and 9th, 1891
Music Festival Under the Direction of Walter Damrosch for the Inauguration of Music Hall Founded by Andrew Carnegie; May 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th and 9th, 1891
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 Excerpt: ...going resolve me A doubt which I share. Countess. Susanna. Figaro. (Aside.) Now here comes a poser; And what shall we say? Count. (Aside.) The cards in my hand I Must skillfully play. Can you tell me who indited This same note, Sir Figaro? Figaro. No, I can't, sir. Countess. Susanna. What, you can't, sir! Figaro. No, I ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 Excerpt: ...going resolve me A doubt which I share. Countess. Susanna. Figaro. (Aside.) Now here comes a poser; And what shall we say? Count. (Aside.) The cards in my hand I Must skillfully play. Can you tell me who indited This same note, Sir Figaro? Figaro. No, I can't, sir. Countess. Susanna. What, you can't, sir! Figaro. No, I can't tell; no, no, no! Susanna. Why, you gave it Don Basillio. Countess. To deliver, you remember. Figaro. Oh I swear it wasn't so. Susanna. How? You know of that young spark in Yonder garden, and the larking--Count. You assert then--Figaro. I dont know. Count. Oh, you cannot disabuse us, For your face your guilt accuses. And I see you want to lie. Figaro. It's my face, not me, that's lying. Countess. Susanna. Vainly you your wits are trying, We the secret have discovered And you need not make reply. Count. Now, what say you? Figaro. Deuce a bit, sir. Count. You admit, then? Figaro. Don't admit, sir. Countess. Susanna. There, confess, mad-witted joker; It is time the farce had ceased. Figaro. Well, to make an end dramatic, Theater usage says emphatic, You should wind up all the business With a matrimonial feast. Countess. Susanna. Good, my lord, do not oppose it. To our wishes yield, we pray. Count. (Aside.) Marcellina, Marcellina! What can make her longer stay? (Enter Antonio intoxicated, bringing in a pot of flowers with the stalks broken.) Antonio. Oh, my lord, my lord! Count. What's happened? Antonio. 'Twas a knave's trick. But who did it? All Four. What's the grievance? What's the matter? Antonio. Listen to me. All. Well, continue. A ntonio. (To the Count.) From the lattice o'er the garden Often they pitch out their rubbish, And not long ago the beggars Pitched a man out of the window. Count. Countess. Susanna. From the lattice! Antonio...
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