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Twenty love-sick maidens we |
1 |
Ladies |
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Still brooding on their mad infatuation |
2 |
Angela, Saphir, Patience, Ladies |
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I cannot tell what this love may be |
2a |
Patience, Ladies |
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Twenty love-sick maidens we (Exit) |
2b |
Ladies |
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The soldiers of our Queen |
3 |
Dragoons |
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If you want a receipt for that popular mystery |
3a |
Colonel, Dragoons |
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In a doleful train two and two we walk |
4 |
Bunthorne, Angela, Saphir, Ella, Ladies, Dragoons |
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When I first put this uniform on |
5 |
Colonel, Dragoons |
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Am I alone and unobserved? |
6 |
Bunthorne |
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Long years ago, fourteen maybe |
7 |
Angela, Patience |
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Prithee, pretty maiden |
8 |
Grosvenor, Patience |
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Though to marry you would very selfish be |
8a |
Grosvenor, Patience |
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Let the merry cymbals sound (Finale Act I) |
9 |
Patience |
