Tis twelve, I think

Opera details:

Opera title:

The Sorcerer

Composer:

Arthur Sullivan

Language:

English

Synopsis:

The Sorcerer Synopsis

Libretto:

The Sorcerer Libretto

Translation(s):

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Trio details:

Type:

trio,choir

Role(s):

Aline / Alexis / John Wellington Wells

Voice(s):

Soprano / Tenor / Baritone

Act:

2.02

Previous scene: Happy are we in our loving frivolity
Next scene: Dear friends, take pity on my lot

Sullivan: The Sorcerer / Act 2 - 17. 'Tis twelve, I think

Singer: Peter Pratt

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Sullivan: The Sorcerer / Act 2 - 17. 'Tis twelve, I think · Muriel Harding · Neville Griffith · Peter Pratt · The D'Oyly Carte Opera Chorus · New Symphony Orchestra · Isidore Godfrey

Gilbert & Sullivan: The Sorcerer; Utopia Limited

℗ ℗ 1953 Decca Music Group Limited

Released on: 1953-01-01

Producer: John Culshaw
Composer: Arthur Seymour Sullivan
Author: William Schwenck Gilbert

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Libretto/Lyrics/Text/Testo:

Enter Mr. Wells, on tiptoe, followed by Alexis and Aline. Mr. Wells
carries a dark lantern.

TRIO--ALEXIS, ALINE, and MR. WELLS

'Tis twelve, I think,
And at this mystic hour
The magic drink
Should manifest its power.
Oh, slumbering forms,
How little ye have guessed
That fire that warms
Each apathetic breast!

ALEX. But stay, my father is not here!

ALINE. And pray where is my mother dear?

MR. WELLS. I did not think it meet to see
A dame of lengthy pedigree,
A Baronet and K.C.B.
A Doctor of Divinity,
And that respectable Q.C.,
All fast asleep, al-fresco-ly,
And so I had them taken home
And put to bed respectably!
I trust my conduct meets your approbation.

ALEX. Sir, you have acted with discrimination,
And shown more delicate appreciation
Than we expect of persons of your station.

MR. WELLS. But stay--they waken one by one --
The spell has worked--the deed is done!
I would suggest that we retire
While Love, the Housemaid, lights her kitchen
fire!

(Exeunt Mr. Wells, Alexis and Aline, on tiptoe, as the villagers
stretch their arms, yawn, rub their eyes, and sit up.)

English Libretto or Translation:

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