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L . The graceful canopy !
Mignionette . And what a smooth piece of golden green velvet for our carpet ! Mary Anne . 'Tis like to be wel vett , a cockney would say—Mignionette . O Mary Anne ! but come , let us sit down and take the goods the gods provide us .
Old Ashford . { Looking up . ) That was a drop . Mary Anne . At the worst , my dear sir , ' twill only be an additional cold duck for our dinner ; and if the clouds were to pelt , ' twould only be an additional whet to our appetites . L . Mary Anne , you are incorrigible .
Old Askford . { Rising . ) This is no joking matter , girls , we had better think of returning at once ; look at those black clouds , I say . Young Ashford . Weil ; one song , we must have one song , and then away home . Old Ashford . Singing is out of the question—what umbrellas have we ?
Poet Just one—Old Ashford . Only one ? Poet . Song I meant . Old Ashford . They must lose no time , then ; meanwhile I'll see after the boat . JL . What shall it be ?
Mignionette . ' Gather , gather , gather / to harmonize with the clouds ? Mary Anne . That * Invocation to the sunshine / JL . And look , what a gleam 1 It has travelled half way to meet our invocation . Now—while it
lasts—DUETT . Mignionette . Sister , speak ! why watchest thou With eager eye and lifted brow—Clouds are hurrying hither , thither , Dost thou ask them whither ? L . Ask the flower , with chill dew bowed , If it love the heavy cloud ?
Ask the lark , its sweet song bringing , Why such tones are ringing ? Together . 'Tis the sun—the glorious sun—That maketh the world a gladsome one . Mignionette . Why tarriest thou ? The gamesome child Hath stopped its mirth , no more beguil'd By the mimic aspen quiver On the listless river .
JL . Where are thy magic gleams of light ? We watch in vain for dark and bright , The double world , by brook and meadow , Of sunshine and of shadow . Together . Come , thou sun , thou glorious Bun , That maketh the world a gladsome one ! Mary Anne . Lookup , what says hissunship ? A decided * not at home' from a black servant . L . The gleam is quite gone ! Mignionette . And ' tis going to pelt—and heavily too .
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124 Charade Drama .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1835, page 124, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2642/page/44/
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