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    The Duenna: A Comic Opera
    The Duenna: A Comic Opera
    The Duenna: A Comic Opera
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    The Duenna: A Comic Opera

    By Richard Brinsley Sheridan

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    Richard Brinsley Sheridan was an Irish playwright who also served as a Whig member of the British House of Commons for over 30 years.  Sheridan’s most famous plays are The Rivals and The School for Scandal.  This edition of The Duenna: A Comic Opera includes a table of contents.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCharles River Editors
    Release dateMar 22, 2018
    ISBN9781518379888
    The Duenna: A Comic Opera
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    Richard Brinsley Sheridan

    In need of funds, Richard Brinsley Sheridan (1751-1816) turned to the only craft that could gain him the remuneration he desired in a short time: he began writing a play. He had over the years written and published essays and poems, and among his papers were humorous unfinished plays, essays and political tracts, but never had he undertaken such an ambitious project as this. In a short time, however, he completed The Rivals. He was 23 years old.

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      The Duenna - Richard Brinsley Sheridan

      THE DUENNA: A COMIC OPERA

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      Richard Brinsley Sheridan

      KYPROS PRESS

      Thank you for reading. In the event that you appreciate this book, please consider sharing the good word(s) by leaving a review, or connect with the author.

      This book is a work of fiction; its contents are wholly imagined.

      All rights reserved. Aside from brief quotations for media coverage and reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any form without the author’s permission. Thank you for supporting authors and a diverse, creative culture by purchasing this book and complying with copyright laws.

      Copyright © 2016 by Richard Brinsley Sheridan

      Interior design by Pronoun

      Distribution by Pronoun

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      The Duenna: A Comic Opera

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      SCENE—SEVILLE.

      ACT I.

      SCENE I.—The Street before DON JEROME’S House.

      SCENE II—A Piazza.

      SCENE III.—A Room in DON JEROME’S House.

      SCENE IV.—The Court before DON JEROME’S _House.

      SCENE V.-_The Piazza.

      ACT II.

      SCENE I.—A Library in DON JEROME’S House.

      SCENE II.—DONNA LOUISA’S Dressing-Room.

      SCENE III.—A Library in DON JEROME’S House.

      SCENE IV.—ISAAC’S Lodgings.

      ACT III.

      SCENE I.—A Library in DON JEROME’S House.

      SCENE II.—The New Piazza.

      SCENE III.—The Garden of the Convent.

      SCENE IV.—A Court before the Priory.

      SCENE V.—A Room in the Priory.

      SCENE VI.—The Court before the Priory.

      SCENE VII—A Grand Saloon in DON JEROME’S House.

      FINALE.

      THE DUENNA: A COMIC OPERA

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      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

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      AS ORIGINALLY ACTED AT COVENT-GARDEN THEATRE, NOV. 21, 1775

      DON FERDINAND Mr. Mattocks.

      DON JEROME Mr. Wilson.

      DON ANTONIO Mr. Dubellamy.

      DON CARLOS Mr. Leoni.

      ISAAC MENDOZA Mr. Quick.

      FATHER PAUL Mr. Mahon.

      FATHER FRANCIS Mr. Fox.

      FATHER AUGUSTINE Mr. Baker.

      LOPEZ Mr. Wewitzer.

      DONNA LOUISA Mrs. Mattocks.

      DONNA CLARA Mrs. Cargill.

      THE DUENNA Mrs. Green.

      Masqueraders, Friars, Porter, Maid, and Servants.

      SCENE—SEVILLE.

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      ACT I.

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      SCENE I.—THE STREET BEFORE DON JEROME’S HOUSE.

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      Enter LOPEZ, with a dark lantern.

      Lop. Past three o’clock!—Soh! a notable hour for one of my regular disposition, to be strolling like a bravo through the streets of Seville! Well, of all services, to serve a young lover is the hardest.—Not that I am an enemy to love; but my love and my master’s differ strangely.—Don Ferdinand is much too gallant to eat, drink, or sleep:—now my love gives me an appetite—then I am fond of dreaming of my mistress, and I love dearly to toast her.—This cannot be done without good sleep and good liquor: hence my partiality to a feather- bed and a bottle. What a pity, now, that I have not further time, for reflections! but my master expects thee, honest Lopez, to secure his retreat from Donna Clara’s window, as I guess.—[Music without.] Hey! sure, I heard music! So, so! Who have we here? Oh, Don Antonio, my master’s friend, come from the masquerade, to serenade my young mistress, Donna Louisa, I suppose: so! we shall have the old gentleman up presently.—Lest he should miss his son, I had best lose no time in getting to my post. [Exit.]

      Enter DON ANTONIO, with MASQUERADERS and music.

      SONG.—Don Ant.

      Tell me, my lute, can thy soft strain

      So gently speak thy master’s pain?

      So softly sing, so humbly sigh,

      That, though my sleeping love shall know

      Who sings—who sighs below,

      Her rosy slumbers shall not fly?

      Thus, may some vision whisper more

      Than ever I dare speak before.

      I. Mas. Antonio, your mistress will never wake, while you sing so dolefully; love, like a cradled infant, is lulled by a sad melody.

      Don Ant. I do not wish to disturb her rest.

      I. Mas. The reason is, because you know she does not regard you enough to appear, if you awaked her.

      Don Ant. Nay, then, I’ll convince you. [Sings.]

      The breath of morn bids hence the night,

      Unveil those beauteous eyes, my fair;

      For till the dawn of love is there,

      I feel no day, I own no light.

      DONNA LOUISA—replies from a window.

      Waking, I heard thy numbers chide,

      Waking, the dawn did bless my sight;

      ‘Tis Phoebus sure that woos, I cried,

      Who speaks in song, who moves in light.

      DON JEROME—from a window.

      What vagabonds are these I hear,

      Fiddling, fluting, rhyming, ranting,

      Piping, scraping, whining, canting?

      Fly, scurvy minstrels, fly!

      TRIO.

      Don. Louisa.

      Nay, prithee, father, why so rough?

      Don Ant.

      An humble lover I.

      Don Jer.

      How durst you, daughter, lend an ear

      To such deceitful stuff?

      Quick, from the window fly!

      Don. Louisa

      Adieu, Antonio!

      Don Ant

      Must you go?

      Don. Louisa. & Don Ant.

      We soon, perhaps, may meet again.

      For though hard fortune is our foe,

      The God of love will fight for us.

      Don Jer.

      Reach me the blunderbuss.

      Don Ant. & Don. Louisa.

      The god of love, who knows our pain—

      Don Jer.

      Hence, or these slugs are through your brain.

      [Exeunt severally.]

      SCENE II—A PIAZZA.

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      Enter DON FERDINAND and LOPEZ.

      Lop.

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