The air is charged with amatory numbers

Opera details:

Opera title:

The Sorcerer

Composer:

Arthur Sullivan

Language:

English

Synopsis:

The Sorcerer Synopsis

Libretto:

The Sorcerer Libretto

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Aria details:

Type:

recitative,aria

Role(s):

Dr. Daly

Voice(s):

Baritone

Act:

1.03

Previous scene: When he is here
Next scene: Time was when Love and I were well acquainted

Sullivan: The Sorcerer / Act 1 - 4. The air is charged with amatory numbers

Singer: Alan Styler

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Sullivan: The Sorcerer / Act 1 - 4. The air is charged with amatory numbers · Alan Styler · Royal Philharmonic Orchestra · Isidore Godfrey

Gilbert & Sullivan Collection

℗ 1966 Decca Music Group Limited

Released on: 2011-01-01

Composer: Arthur Seymour Sullivan
Author: William Schwenck Gilbert

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Libretto/Lyrics/Text/Testo:

RECITATIVE

DR. DALY
The air is charged with amatory numbers--
Soft madrigals, and dreamy lovers' lays.
Peace, peace, old heart! Why waken from its slumbers
The aching memory of the old, old days?

BALLAD

Time was when Love and I were well acquainted.
Time was when we walked ever hand in hand.
A saintly youth, with worldly thought untainted,
None better-loved than I in all the land!
Time was, when maidens of the noblest station,
Forsaking even military men,
Would gaze upon me, rapt in adoration--
Ah me, I was a fair young curate then!

Had I a headache? sighed the maids assembled;
Had I a cold? welled forth the silent tear;
Did I look pale? then half a parish trembled;
And when I coughed all thought the end was near!
I had no care--no jealous doubts hung o'er me--
For I was loved beyond all other men.
Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me--
Ah me, I was a pale young curate them!

(At the conclusion of the ballad, Mrs. Partlet comes forward with
Constance.)

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