Gilbert and Sullivan

:00:37. > :00:40.Tonight at the Proms we travel back to Tudor England, to the mist that

:00:40. > :00:42.settles on the Thames, to the Tower of London, for a plot of cunning

:00:42. > :00:51.schemes and dastardly disguises of unrequited love and reluctant

:00:51. > :00:53.engagements. London has been centre stage all summer and tonight is no

:00:53. > :01:01.different, it's Gilbert and Sullivan's grand opera, the Yeoman

:01:01. > :01:04.of the Guard. The BBC Concert Orchestra takes to the Royal Albert

:01:04. > :01:07.Hall stage this evening, alongside the BBC Singers and we have a

:01:07. > :01:10.fabulous line-up of celebrated British stars who'll all be making

:01:10. > :01:15.final adjustments to their wigs and to their ruffs and tunics even as

:01:15. > :01:20.we speak. Yeoman of the Guard was an immediate hit when it opened at

:01:20. > :01:23.the Savoy Theatre in 1888. The first run carried on for 400 shows.

:01:23. > :01:26.The plot centres around a rather convoluted plan to rescue the

:01:26. > :01:29.dashing Colonel Fairfax, who is awaiting execution at the Tower on

:01:29. > :01:32.a trumped up charge and who has also unwittingly stolen the heart

:01:32. > :01:42.of young Phoebe, who is the daughter of one of the Yeomen of

:01:42. > :01:45.

:01:45. > :01:48.the Guard. And here comes conductor, Jane Glover, to conduct BBC Concert

:01:48. > :01:58.Orchestra and the BBC Singers in Gilbert and Sullivan's great Savoy

:01:58. > :01:58.

:01:58. > :08:03.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:08:03. > :08:13.# When maiden loves # And to all questions she replies

:08:13. > :08:17.

:08:18. > :08:24.# So soft, tis scarcely heard "Heigh-ho!"

:08:24. > :08:26.# An idle breath

:08:26. > :08:29.# Yet life and death

:08:29. > :08:35.# May hang upon a maid's "Heigh-ho!"

:08:36. > :08:38.# An idle breath

:08:38. > :08:41.# Yet life and death

:08:41. > :08:51.# May hang upon a maid's "Heigh-ho!"

:08:51. > :08:56.

:08:56. > :09:00.# When maiden loves she mopes apart

:09:00. > :09:03.# As owl mopes on a tree

:09:03. > :09:05.# Although she keenly feels the smart

:09:05. > :09:08.# She cannot tell what ails her heart

:09:08. > :09:17.# With its sad "Ah, me!"

:09:17. > :09:20.# Tis but a foolish sigh

:09:20. > :09:23.# "Ah, me!"

:09:23. > :09:26.# Born but to droop and die

:09:26. > :09:29.# "Ah, me!"

:09:29. > :09:34.# Yet all the sense of eloquence

:09:34. > :09:41.# Lies hidden in a maid's "Ah, me!"

:09:41. > :09:46.# Yet all the sense of eloquence

:09:46. > :09:55.# Lies hidden in a maid's "Ah, me!"

:09:55. > :10:01.# "Ah, me!" "Ah, me!"

:10:01. > :10:09.# Yet all the sense of eloquence

:10:09. > :10:16.# Lies hidden

:10:16. > :10:26.# In a maid's "Ah, me!" #

:10:26. > :10:34.

:10:34. > :10:44.APPLAUSE

:10:44. > :10:45.

:10:45. > :10:48.WEEPING

:10:48. > :10:48.WEEPING Mistress

:10:48. > :10:49.Mistress Meryll.

:10:49. > :10:51.Mistress Meryll. Eh?

:10:51. > :10:54.Mistress Meryll. Eh? Oh,

:10:54. > :10:58.Mistress Meryll. Eh? Oh, it's you, is it? You may go away, if you like.

:10:58. > :11:02.Because I don't want you, you know. Haven't you anything to say to me?

:11:02. > :11:06.Oh yes. Are the birds all caged? The wild beasts all littered down?

:11:06. > :11:13.All the locks, chains, bars and bolts in good order? Is the Little

:11:13. > :11:22.Ease sufficiently uncomfortable? The racks, pincers, and thumbscrews

:11:22. > :11:27.all ready for work? Ugh, you brute! These allusions to my professional

:11:27. > :11:30.duties are in doubtful taste. I didn't become a head-jailer because

:11:30. > :11:38.I like head-jailing. I didn't become an assistant-tormentor

:11:38. > :11:43.because I like assistant-tormenting. We can't all be sorcerers, you know.

:11:43. > :11:47.Ah! You brought that upon yourself. Colonel Fairfax is not a sorcerer.

:11:47. > :11:50.He's a man of science and an alchemist. Well, whatever he is, he

:11:50. > :11:56.won't be one for long, for he's to be beheaded today for dealings with

:11:56. > :12:00.the devil. His master nearly had him last night, when the fire broke

:12:00. > :12:04.out in the Beauchamp Tower. Oh, how I wish he had escaped in the

:12:04. > :12:11.confusion. But take care, there's still time for a reply to his

:12:11. > :12:14.petition for mercy. I'm content to chance that. This evening at 7.30pm.

:12:14. > :12:19.You're a cruel monster to speak so unfeelingly of the death of a young

:12:19. > :12:23.and handsome soldier. Young and handsome. How do you know he's

:12:24. > :12:28.young and handsome? Because I've seen him every day for weeks past

:12:28. > :12:32.taking his exercise on the Beauchamp Tower. Curse him. There,

:12:32. > :12:40.I believe you're jealous of him, now. Jealous of a man I've never

:12:40. > :12:45.spoken to. Jealous of a poor soul who's to die in an hour. I am. I'm

:12:45. > :12:48.jealous of everybody and everything. I'm jealous of the very words I

:12:48. > :12:56.speak to you because they reach your ears and I mustn't go near

:12:56. > :13:00.them. How unjust you are. Jealous of the words you speak to me. Why,

:13:00. > :13:04.you know as well as I do that I don't even like them. You used to

:13:04. > :13:10.like them. I used to pretend I liked them. It was mere politeness

:13:10. > :13:13.to comparative strangers. I don't believe you know what jealousy is.

:13:13. > :13:18.I don't believe you know how it eats into a man's heart and

:13:18. > :13:21.disorders his digestion and turns his interior into boilng lead. Oh,

:13:21. > :13:31.you are a heartless jade to trifle with the delicate organisation of

:13:31. > :13:46.

:13:46. > :13:56.# Brave in bearing # Ne'er a stranger

:13:56. > :13:56.

:13:56. > :17:16.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:17:16. > :17:20.# Brave in bearing A good day to you. Good day, Dame

:17:20. > :17:24.Carruthers. Busy today? Busy, aye. The fire in the Beauchamp last

:17:24. > :17:26.night has given me work enough. A dozen poor prisoners, Richard

:17:26. > :17:29.Colfax, Sir Martin Byfleet, Colonel Fairfax, Warren the preacher-poet,

:17:29. > :17:32.and half-a-score others all packed into one small cell, not six feet

:17:32. > :17:39.square. Poor Colonel Fairfax, who's to die today, is to be removed to

:17:39. > :17:49.No. 14 in the Cold Harbour that he may have his last hour alone with

:17:49. > :17:50.

:17:50. > :17:53.his confessor; and I've to see to that. Poor gentleman. He'll die

:17:54. > :17:57.bravely. I fought under him two years since, and he valued his life

:17:57. > :18:02.as it were a feather. He's the bravest, the handsomest, and the

:18:02. > :18:05.best young gentleman in England. He twice saved my father's life and

:18:05. > :18:08.it's a cruel thing, a wicked thing, and a barbarous thing that so

:18:08. > :18:18.gallant a hero should lose his head - for it's the handsomest head in

:18:18. > :18:20.

:18:20. > :18:29.England. For dealings with the devil. Aye, if all were beheaded

:18:29. > :18:32.who dealt with him, there'd be busy doings on Tower Green. You know

:18:32. > :18:35.very well that Colonel Fairfax is a student of alchemy. Nothing more,

:18:35. > :18:39.and nothing less but this wicked Tower, like a cruel giant in a

:18:39. > :18:45.fairytale, must be fed with blood, and that blood must be the best and

:18:45. > :18:51.bravest in England, or it's not good enough for the old Blunderbore.

:18:51. > :18:54.Ugh! Silence, you silly girl, you know not what you say. I was born

:18:55. > :18:58.in the old keep, and I've grown grey in it, and, please God, I

:18:58. > :19:08.shall die and be buried in it and there's not a stone in its walls

:19:08. > :19:27.

:19:27. > :19:37.that is not as dear to me as my # And the Saxons

:19:37. > :20:00.

:20:00. > :20:10.# Though a queen to save her head # And it tells of duty done

:20:10. > :20:26.

:20:26. > :20:36.# The screw may twist # O'er London town

:20:36. > :20:44.

:20:45. > :20:50.# The screw may twist # And all its hoard

:20:50. > :20:55.# O'er London town and its golden hoard

:20:55. > :21:05.# I keep my silent watch and ward!

:21:05. > :21:17.

:21:17. > :21:20.# Within its wall of rock

:21:20. > :21:23.# The flower of the brave

:21:23. > :21:27.# Have perished with a constancy unshaken

:21:27. > :21:30.# From the dungeon to the block

:21:30. > :21:33.# From the scaffold to the grave

:21:33. > :21:38.# Is a journey many gallant hearts have taken

:21:38. > :21:42.# And the wicked flames may hiss

:21:42. > :21:44.# Round the heroes who have fought

:21:44. > :21:49.# For conscience and for home in all its beauty

:21:49. > :21:52.# But the grim old fortalice

:21:52. > :21:55.# Takes little heed of aught

:21:55. > :22:05.# That comes not in the measure of its duty.

:22:05. > :22:11.

:22:11. > :22:16.# The screw may twist and the rack may turn

:22:16. > :22:22.# And men may bleed and men may burn

:22:22. > :22:28.# O'er London town and its golden hoard

:22:28. > :22:35.# I keep my silent watch and ward!

:22:35. > :22:38.# The screw may twist and the rack may turn

:22:38. > :22:42.# And all its hoard And men may bleed

:22:42. > :22:46.# O'er London town And men may burn

:22:46. > :22:51.# O'er London town and its golden hoard

:22:52. > :23:01.# I keep my silent Silent watch and ward!

:23:02. > :23:27.

:23:27. > :23:37.APPLAUSE

:23:37. > :23:40.

:23:40. > :23:40.Father,

:23:40. > :23:40.Father, has

:23:40. > :23:45.Father, has no

:23:45. > :23:49.Father, has no reprieve arrived for the poor gentleman? No, my lass but

:23:49. > :23:52.there's one hope yet. Thy brother Leonard, who, as a reward for his

:23:52. > :23:55.valour in saving his standard and cutting his way through 50 foes who

:23:55. > :23:58.would have hanged him, has been appointed a Yeoman of the Guard,

:23:58. > :24:02.will arrive this morning, and as he comes straight from Windsor, where

:24:02. > :24:10.the Court is, it may be - it may be - that he will bring the expected

:24:10. > :24:14.reprieve with him. Oh, that he may. Amen to that. For the Colonel twice

:24:14. > :24:17.saved my life, and I'd give the rest of my life to save his. And

:24:17. > :24:22.wilt thou not be glad to welcome thy brave brother, with the fame of

:24:22. > :24:27.whose exploits all England is a- ringing? Aye, truly, if he brings

:24:27. > :24:35.the reprieve. And not otherwise? Well, he's a brave man indeed, and

:24:35. > :24:41.I love brave men. All brave men? Most of them, I verily believe. But

:24:41. > :24:46.I hope Leonard will not be too strict with me. They say he is a

:24:46. > :24:49.very dragon of virtue and circumspection. Now, my dear old

:24:49. > :24:56.father is kindness itself, and leaves thee pretty well to thine

:24:56. > :25:01.own ways, eh? Well, I've no fears for thee, thou hast a feather-brain,

:25:01. > :25:05.but thou art a good lass. Yes, that's all very well, but if

:25:05. > :25:09.Leonard is going to tell me that I may not do this and I may not do

:25:09. > :25:13.that, and I must not talk to this one, or walk with that one, but go

:25:13. > :25:16.through the world with my lips pursed up and my eyes cast down,

:25:16. > :25:19.like a poor nun who has renounced mankind, why as I have not

:25:19. > :25:29.renounced mankind, and don't mean to renounce mankind, I won't have

:25:29. > :25:29.

:25:30. > :25:38.it, there! Nay, he'll not check thee more than is good for thee,

:25:38. > :25:42.Phbe. He's a brave fellow, and bravest among brave fellows, and

:25:42. > :25:46.yet it seems but yesterday that he robbed the Lieutenant's orchard.

:25:46. > :25:56.Father. Leonard, my brave boy, I'm right glad to see thee, and so is

:25:56. > :25:59.Phbe. Aye. Hast thou brought Colonel Fairfax's reprieve? Nay, I

:25:59. > :26:03.have here a despatch for the Lieutenant, but no reprieve for the

:26:03. > :26:08.Colonel. Poor gentleman. Poor gentleman. Aye, I would I had

:26:08. > :26:11.brought better news. I'd give my right hand - nay, my body, my life,

:26:12. > :26:17.to save his. Dost thou speak in earnest, my lad? Aye, father, I'm

:26:17. > :26:20.no braggart. Did he not save thy life? And am I not his foster-

:26:20. > :26:25.brother? Then hearken to me. Thou hast come to join the Yeomen of the

:26:25. > :26:29.Guard. Well? None has seen thee but ourselves? And a sentry, who took

:26:29. > :26:34.scant notice of me. Now to prove thy words. Give me the despatch and

:26:34. > :26:38.get thee hence at once. Here is money, and I'll send thee more. Lie

:26:38. > :26:42.hidden for a space, and let no one know. I'll convey a suit of

:26:42. > :26:45.Yeoman's uniform to the Colonel's cell. He shall shave off his beard,

:26:45. > :26:49.so that none shall know him, and I'll own him as my son, the brave

:26:49. > :26:52.Leonard Meryll, who saved his flag and cut his way through 50 foes who

:26:52. > :26:59.thirsted for his life. He will be welcomed without question by my

:26:59. > :27:02.brother Yeomen, I'll warrant that. Now, how to get access to the

:27:02. > :27:12.Colonel's cell? The key is with they sour-faced admirer, Wilfred

:27:12. > :27:14.

:27:14. > :27:18.Shadbolt. I think, I say, I think, I can get anything I want from

:27:18. > :27:23.Wilfred. I think, mind I say, I think, you may leave that to me.

:27:23. > :27:28.Then get thee hence at once, lad and bless thee for this sacrifice.

:27:28. > :27:31.And take my blessing, too, dear, dear Leonard. And thine, eh? Thy

:27:32. > :27:41.love is new-born. Wrap it up carefully, lest it take cold and

:27:42. > :27:48.

:27:48. > :27:58.# The scheme is rash # But ours are not the hearts

:27:58. > :28:20.

:28:20. > :28:24.# The air I breathe # My life is his

:28:24. > :28:27.# That life is his so count it naught!

:28:27. > :28:31.# And shall I reckon risks I run

:28:31. > :28:34.# When services are to be done

:28:34. > :28:41.# To save the life of such a one?

:28:41. > :28:47.# Unworthy thought! Unworthy thought!

:28:47. > :28:50.# And shall we reckon risks we run

:28:50. > :28:58.# To save the life of such an one?

:28:58. > :29:06.# Unworthy thought! Unworthy thought!

:29:06. > :29:09.# We may succeed, who can foretell?

:29:09. > :29:15.# May heav'n help our hope

:29:15. > :29:25.# May heav'n help

:29:25. > :29:26.

:29:26. > :29:29.# May heav'n help our hope Farewell!

:29:29. > :29:38.# May heav'n help our hope

:29:38. > :29:48.# Help our hope Farewell! #

:29:48. > :30:05.

:30:05. > :30:11.WEEPING

:30:11. > :30:11.WEEPING Nay,

:30:11. > :30:11.Nay, lass,

:30:11. > :30:11.Nay, lass, be

:30:11. > :30:15.Nay, lass, be of

:30:15. > :30:20.Nay, lass, be of good cheer, we may save him yet. Oh, see, father, they

:30:20. > :30:25.bring the poor gentleman from the Beauchamp. Oh, father, his hour is

:30:25. > :30:29.not yet come? No, no, they lead him to the Cold Harbour Tower to await

:30:29. > :30:36.his end in solitude. But softly, the Lieutenant approaches. He

:30:36. > :30:41.should not see thee weep. Halt! Colonel Fairfax, my old friend, we

:30:41. > :30:44.meet but sadly. Sir, I greet you with all goodwill and I thank you

:30:44. > :30:48.for the zealous care with which you have guarded me from the pestilent

:30:49. > :30:51.dangers which threaten human life outside. In this happy little

:30:51. > :30:54.community, death, when he comes, doth so in punctual and business-

:30:54. > :31:03.like fashion, and, like a courtly gentleman, giveth due notice of his

:31:03. > :31:07.advent, that one may not be taken unawares. Sir, you bear this

:31:07. > :31:12.bravely, as a brave man should. sir, it is no light boon to die

:31:12. > :31:16.swiftly and surely at a given hour and in a given fashion. Truth to

:31:16. > :31:24.tell, I would gladly have my life but if that may not be, I have the

:31:24. > :31:31.next best thing to it, which is death. Believe me, sir, my lot is

:31:31. > :31:38.not so much amiss. Oh, father, father, I cannot bear it. My poor

:31:38. > :31:44.lass. Nay, pretty one, why weepest thou? Come, be comforted. Such a

:31:44. > :31:50.life as mine is not worth weeping for. Sergeant Meryll, is it not?

:31:50. > :31:53.May I greet my old friend? Why, man, what's all this? Thou and I have

:31:53. > :31:58.faced the grim old king a dozen times, and never has his majesty

:31:58. > :32:06.come to me in such goodly fashion. Keep a stout heart, good fellow. We

:32:06. > :32:16.are soldiers, and we know how to die, thou and I. Truth to tell, it

:32:16. > :32:37.

:32:37. > :32:47.is better to die than to live, for, # Who perish in July?

:32:47. > :32:47.

:32:47. > :33:39.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:33:39. > :33:49.# And I, war-worn # I might have had to live

:33:49. > :34:14.

:34:14. > :34:18.# I might have had to live And now, Sir Richard, I have a boon

:34:18. > :34:21.to beg. I am in this strait for no better reason than because my

:34:21. > :34:24.kinsman, Sir Clarence Poltwhistle, one of the Secretaries of State,

:34:24. > :34:31.has charged me with sorcery, in order that he may succeed to my

:34:31. > :34:36.estate, which devolves to him provided I die unmarried. As thou

:34:36. > :34:39.wilt most surely do. Nay, as I will most surely not do, by your

:34:39. > :34:44.worship's grace. I have a mind to thwart this good cousin of mine.

:34:44. > :34:49.How? By marrying forthwith, to be sure. But heaven ha' mercy, whom

:34:49. > :34:52.wouldst thou marry? Nay, I am indifferent on that score. Coming

:34:52. > :34:55.death hath made of me a true and chivalrous knight, who holds all

:34:55. > :35:01.womankind in such esteem that the oldest, and the meanest, and the

:35:01. > :35:05.least-favoured of them is good enough for him. So, my good

:35:05. > :35:08.Lieutenant, if thou wouldst serve a poor soldier who has but an hour to

:35:08. > :35:14.live, find me the first that comes, my confessor shall marry us, and

:35:14. > :35:20.her dower shall be my dishonoured name and a hundred crowns to boot.

:35:20. > :35:24.No such poor dower for an hour of matrimony. A strange request. I

:35:24. > :35:28.doubt that I should be warranted in granting it. There never was a

:35:28. > :35:35.marriage fraught with so little of evil to the contracting parties. In

:35:35. > :35:39.an hour she'll be a widow, and I - a bachelor again for aught I know.

:35:39. > :35:42.Well, I will see what can be done, for I hold thy kinsman in

:35:43. > :35:47.abhorrence for the scurvy trick he has played thee. A thousand thanks,

:35:47. > :35:50.good sir; we meet again on this spot in an hour or so. I shall be a

:35:50. > :36:00.bridegroom then, and your worship will wish me joy. Till then,

:36:00. > :36:02.

:36:02. > :36:05.farewell. I am ready, good fellows. He is a brave fellow, and it is a

:36:05. > :36:15.pity that he should die. Now, how to find him a bride at such short

:36:15. > :36:50.

:36:50. > :37:00.notice? Well, the task should be # Give us quip and quiddity

:37:00. > :37:34.

:37:34. > :37:37.# Give us quip and quiddity Now wherewithal shall we please

:37:37. > :37:39.you? We can rhyme you couplet, triolet, quatrain, sonnet, rondolet,

:37:39. > :37:42.ballade, what you will. Or we can dance you, saraband, gondolet,

:37:42. > :37:46.carole, Pimpernel, or Jumping Joan. Let us give them the singing farce

:37:46. > :37:56.of the Merryman and his Maid, therein is song and dance too.

:37:56. > :38:06.

:38:06. > :38:08.# Who fled from the mocking throng # It's a song of a merryman

:38:08. > :38:11.# Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

:38:11. > :38:13.# Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

:38:14. > :38:16.# As he sighed for the love of a lady

:38:17. > :38:19.# Heighdy! Heighdy!

:38:19. > :38:22.# Misery me, lack-a-day-dee!

:38:22. > :38:24.# He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

:38:24. > :38:30.# As he sighed for the love of a lady!

:38:30. > :38:33.# I have a song to sing, O!

:38:33. > :38:37.# What me is your song, O?

:38:37. > :38:40.# It is sung with the ring

:38:40. > :38:41.# Of the songs maids sing

:38:41. > :38:43.# Who love with a love lifelong, O!

:38:43. > :38:46.# It's the song of a merrymaid Peerly proud

:38:46. > :38:48.# Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud

:38:48. > :38:51.# At the moan of the merryman Moping mum

:38:51. > :38:54.# Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

:38:54. > :38:56.# Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

:38:56. > :38:59.# As he sighed for the love of a lady!

:38:59. > :39:02.# Heighdy! Heighdy!

:39:02. > :39:05.# Misery me, lack-a-day-dee!

:39:05. > :39:07.# He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

:39:07. > :39:13.# As he sighed for the love of a lady!

:39:13. > :39:15.# I have a song to sing, O!

:39:15. > :39:20.# Sing me your song, O!

:39:20. > :39:22.# It is sung to the knell

:39:22. > :39:24.# Of a churchyard bell

:39:24. > :39:26.# And a doleful dirge Ding-dong, O!

:39:26. > :39:29.# It's a song of a popinjay bravely born

:39:29. > :39:32.# Who turned up his noble nose with scorn

:39:32. > :39:34.# At the humble merrymaid peerly proud

:39:34. > :39:37.# Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud

:39:37. > :39:39.# At the moan of the merryman Moping mum

:39:39. > :39:42.# Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

:39:42. > :39:45.# Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

:39:45. > :39:48.# As he sighed for the love of a lady!

:39:48. > :39:50.# Heighdy! Heighdy!

:39:50. > :39:53.# Misery me, lack-a-day-dee!

:39:53. > :39:55.# He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

:39:55. > :40:01.# As he sighed for the love of a lady!

:40:01. > :40:04.# I have a song to sing, O!

:40:04. > :40:09.# Sing me your song, O!

:40:09. > :40:10.# It is sung with a sigh

:40:11. > :40:12.# And a tear in the eye

:40:12. > :40:15.# For it tells of a righted wrong O!

:40:15. > :40:17.# It's a song of the merrymaid once so gay

:40:17. > :40:20.# Who turned on her heel and tripped away

:40:20. > :40:22.# From the peacock popinjay bravely born

:40:22. > :40:25.# Who turned up his noble nose with scorn

:40:25. > :40:28.# At the humble heart that he did not prize

:40:28. > :40:30.# So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes

:40:30. > :40:33.# For the love of the merryman Moping mum

:40:33. > :40:36.# Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

:40:36. > :40:38.# Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

:40:38. > :40:41.# As he sighed for the love of a lady!

:40:41. > :40:43.# Heighdy! Heighdy!

:40:43. > :40:46.# Misery me, lack-a-day-dee!

:40:46. > :40:49.# His pains were o'er and he sighed no more

:40:49. > :40:51.# For he lived in the love of a lady!

:40:51. > :40:53.# Heighdy! heighdy!

:40:54. > :40:56.# Misery me, lack-a-day-dee!

:40:56. > :40:59.# His pains were o'er and he sighed no more

:40:59. > :41:09.# For he lived in the love of a lady! #

:41:09. > :41:11.

:41:11. > :41:21.APPLAUSE

:41:21. > :41:28.

:41:29. > :41:29.Well

:41:29. > :41:29.Well sung

:41:29. > :41:35.Well sung and

:41:35. > :41:41.Well sung and well danced. A kiss for that pretty maid! Aye, a kiss

:41:41. > :41:46.all round. Best beware, I am armed. Back sirs, back. This is going too

:41:46. > :41:51.far. Thou dost not see the humour of it, eh? Yet there is humour in

:41:51. > :41:55.all things, even in this. Help help! What is this pother? Sir, we

:41:55. > :42:05.sang to these folk, and they would have repaid us with gross courtesy,

:42:05. > :42:09.

:42:09. > :42:14.but for your honour's coming. with ye. Clear the rabble. Now, my

:42:14. > :42:17.girl, who are you, and what do you here? May it please you, sir, we

:42:17. > :42:21.are two strolling players, Jack Point and I, Elsie Maynard, at your

:42:21. > :42:27.worship's service. We go from fair to fair, singing, and dancing, and

:42:27. > :42:32.playing brief interludes, and so we make a poor living. You two, eh?

:42:32. > :42:38.Are ye man and wife? No, sir; for though I'm a fool, there is a limit

:42:38. > :42:42.to my folly. Her mother, old Bridget Maynard, travels with us,

:42:42. > :42:47.for Elsie is a good girl. But the old woman is a-bed with fever, and

:42:47. > :42:52.we have come here to pick up some silver to buy an electuary for her.

:42:52. > :42:56.Hark ye, my girl. Your mother is ill? Sorely ill, sir. And needs

:42:56. > :43:01.good food, and many things that thou canst not buy? Alas, sir, it

:43:01. > :43:09.is too true. Wouldst thou earn an hundred crowns? An hundred crowns.

:43:09. > :43:13.They might save her life! Then listen. A worthy but unhappy

:43:13. > :43:16.gentleman is to be beheaded in an hour on this very spot. For

:43:16. > :43:24.sufficient reasons, he desires to marry before he dies, and he hath

:43:24. > :43:28.asked me to find him a wife. Wilt thou be that wife? The wife of a

:43:28. > :43:31.man I have never seen. Why, sir, look you, I am concerned in this,

:43:31. > :43:36.for though I am not yet wedded to Elsie Maynard, time works wonders,

:43:36. > :43:41.and there's no knowing what may be in store for us. Have we your

:43:41. > :43:45.worship's word for it that this gentleman will die today? Nothing

:43:45. > :43:49.is more certain, I grieve to say. And that the maiden will be allowed

:43:49. > :43:56.to depart the very instant the ceremony is at an end? The very

:43:56. > :44:06.instant. I pledge my honour that it shall be so. An hundred crowns?

:44:06. > :44:06.

:44:06. > :45:49.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:45:49. > :45:59.hundred crowns! For my part, I # Head over heels

:45:59. > :45:59.

:45:59. > :46:05.# Head over heels # Head over heels

:46:05. > :46:12.# Head over heels Head over heels

:46:12. > :46:17.# Temptation!

:46:17. > :46:27.# Oh, temptation! #

:46:27. > :46:58.

:46:58. > :46:58.And

:46:58. > :46:58.And so,

:46:58. > :47:02.And so, good

:47:02. > :47:09.And so, good fellow, you are a jester? Aye, sir, and like some of

:47:09. > :47:14.my jests, out of place. I have a need of such an one. Tell me, what

:47:14. > :47:19.are your qualifications for such a post? Marry, sir, I have a pretty

:47:19. > :47:23.wit. I can riddle you from dawn of day to set of sun, and, if that

:47:23. > :47:33.content you not, well on to midnight and the small hours. Oh,

:47:33. > :47:55.

:47:55. > :48:05.sir, a pretty wit, I warrant you. A # At peer or prince

:48:05. > :48:17.

:48:17. > :48:23.# I've wisdom from the East # You may find it in the jeering

:48:23. > :48:25.# I can teach you with a quip if I've a mind

:48:25. > :48:27.# I can trick you into learning with a laugh

:48:28. > :48:30.# Oh, winnow all my folly folly, folly

:48:30. > :48:33.# And you'll find a grain or two of truth among the chaff!

:48:33. > :48:35.# Oh, winnow all my folly folly, folly

:48:35. > :48:41.# And you'll find a grain or two of truth among the chaff!

:48:41. > :48:44.# I can set a braggart quailing with a quip

:48:44. > :48:47.# The upstart I can wither with a whim

:48:47. > :48:49.# He may wear a merry laugh upon his lip

:48:49. > :48:52.# But his laughter has an echo that is grim

:48:52. > :48:55.# When they're offered to the world in merry guise

:48:55. > :48:57.# Unpleasant truths are swallowed with a will

:48:57. > :49:00.# For he who'd make his fellow fellow, fellow creatures wise

:49:00. > :49:03.# Should always gild the philosophic pill!

:49:03. > :49:06.# For he who'd make his fellow fellow, fellow creatures wise

:49:06. > :49:14.# Should always gild the philosophic pill! #

:49:14. > :49:24.APPLAUSE

:49:24. > :49:27.

:49:27. > :49:27.And

:49:27. > :49:28.And how

:49:28. > :49:32.And how came

:49:32. > :49:36.And how came you to leave your last employ? Why, sir, it was in this

:49:36. > :49:43.wise. My Lord was the Archbishop of Canterbury, and it was considered

:49:43. > :49:48.that one of my jokes was unsuited to His Grace's family circle. In

:49:48. > :49:52.truth, I ventured to ask a poor riddle, sir. Wherein lay the

:49:53. > :49:57.difference between His Grace and poor Jack Point? His Grace was

:49:57. > :50:00.pleased to give it up, sir. And thereupon I told him that whereas

:50:00. > :50:09.His Grace was paid �10,000 a year for being good, poor Jack Point was

:50:09. > :50:13.good for nothing. 'Twas but a harmless jest, but it offended His

:50:13. > :50:19.Grace, who whipped me and set me in the stocks for a scurril rogue, and

:50:19. > :50:24.so we parted. I had as lief not take post again with the dignified

:50:24. > :50:28.clergy. But I trust you are very careful not to give offence. I have

:50:28. > :50:34.daughters. Sir, my jests are most carefully selected, and anything

:50:34. > :50:41.objectionable is expunged. If your honour pleases, I will try them

:50:41. > :50:45.first on your honour's chaplain. Can you give me an example? Say

:50:46. > :50:55.that I had sat me down hurriedly on something sharp? Sir, I should say

:50:55. > :51:00.that you had sat down on the spur of the moment. Humph! I don't think

:51:00. > :51:05.much of that. Is that the best you can do? It has always been much

:51:05. > :51:10.admired, sir, but we will try again. Well, then, I am at dinner, and the

:51:10. > :51:20.joint of meat is but half cooked. Why then, sir, I should say that

:51:20. > :51:21.

:51:21. > :51:27.what is underdone cannot be helped. I see. I think that manner of thing

:51:27. > :51:31.would be somewhat irritating. first, sir, perhaps, but use is

:51:31. > :51:35.everything, and you would come in time to like it. We will suppose

:51:35. > :51:40.that I caught you kissing the kitchen wench under my very nose.

:51:40. > :51:45.Under her very nose, good sir, not under yours! That is where I would

:51:45. > :51:49.kiss her. Do you take me? Oh, sir, a pretty wit, a pretty, pretty wit!

:51:49. > :51:53.The maiden comes. Follow me, friend, and we will discuss this matter at

:51:53. > :51:57.length in my library. I am your worship's servant. That is to say,

:51:57. > :52:01.I trust I soon shall be. But, before proceeding to a more serious

:52:01. > :52:10.topic, can you tell me, sir, why a cook's brain-pan is like an

:52:10. > :52:20.overwound clock? A truce to this fooling, follow me. Just my luck;

:52:20. > :52:35.

:52:35. > :52:44.# That bearest in thy circlet # That lovers hope for

:52:44. > :52:54.# What bringest thou to me but gold and sadness?

:52:54. > :52:57.

:52:57. > :53:07.# A bridegroom all unknown save in this wise

:53:07. > :53:11.# Today he dies!

:53:11. > :53:21.# Today, alas, he dies!

:53:21. > :53:28.# Though tear and long-drawn sigh Ill fit a bride

:53:28. > :53:34.# No sadder wife than I The whole world wide!

:53:34. > :53:41.# Ah, me! Ah, me!

:53:41. > :53:43.# Yet maids there be

:53:43. > :53:45.# Who would consent to lose

:53:45. > :53:50.# The very rose of youth The flow'r of life

:53:50. > :53:53.# To be, in honest truth

:53:53. > :53:55.# A wedded wife

:53:55. > :54:03.# No matter whose! No matter whose!

:54:03. > :54:07.# Ah, me! What profit we

:54:07. > :54:11.# O, maids that sigh

:54:11. > :54:16.# Though gold Though gold should live

:54:16. > :54:26.# If wedded love must die?

:54:26. > :54:26.

:54:26. > :55:42.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:55:42. > :55:52.

:55:52. > :56:00.

:56:00. > :56:01.#

:56:01. > :56:01.# Rejoice

:56:01. > :56:02.# Rejoice #

:56:02. > :56:08.# Rejoice

:56:08. > :56:08.# Rejoice that

:56:08. > :56:18.# Rejoice that yeah

:56:18. > :56:34.

:56:34. > :56:38.# Rejoice that yeah have time to 'Tis an odd freak for a dying man

:56:38. > :56:42.and his confessor to be closeted alone with a strange singing girl.

:56:42. > :56:49.I would fain have espied them, but they stopped up the keyhole. My

:56:49. > :56:57.keyhole. Wilfred, and alone! what could he have wanted with her?

:56:57. > :57:04.That's what puzzles me. Now to get the keys from him. Wilfred, has no

:57:04. > :57:14.reprieve arrived? None. Thine adored Fairfax is to die. Nay, thou

:57:14. > :57:15.

:57:15. > :57:19.knowest that I have naught but pity for the poor condemned gentleman.

:57:19. > :57:23.know that he who is about to die is more to thee than I, who am alive

:57:23. > :57:29.and well. Why, that were out of reason, dear Wilfred. Do they not

:57:29. > :57:33.say that a live ass is better than a dead lion? No, I didn't mean that.

:57:33. > :57:36.Oh, they say that, do they? It's unpardonably rude of them, but I

:57:37. > :57:46.believe they put it in that way. Not that it applies to thee, who

:57:47. > :57:47.

:57:47. > :57:50.art clever beyond all telling. yes, as an assistant-tormentor.

:57:50. > :58:00.as a wit, as a humorist, as a most philosophic commentator on the

:58:00. > :58:01.

:58:01. > :58:05.vanity of human resolution. Truly, I have seen great resolution give

:58:05. > :58:08.way under my persuasive methods, working a small thumbscrew. In the

:58:08. > :58:10.nice regulation of a thumbscrew, in the hundredth part of a single

:58:10. > :58:20.revolution lieth all the difference between stony reticence and a

:58:20. > :58:25.

:58:25. > :58:34.torrent of impulsive unbosoming that the pen can scarcely follow.

:58:34. > :58:38.Ha, ha, I am a mad wag. Thou art a most light-hearted and delightful

:58:38. > :58:47.companion, Master Wilfred. Thine anecdotes of the torture-chamber

:58:47. > :58:53.are the prettiest hearing. I'm a pleasant fellow an I choose. I

:58:53. > :59:02.believe I am the very merriest dog that barks. Ah, we might be passing

:59:02. > :59:07.happy together. Perhaps. I do not know. For thou wouldst make a most

:59:07. > :59:11.tender and loving wife. Aye, to one whom I really loved. For there is a

:59:11. > :59:18.wealth of love within this little heart - saving up for - I wonder

:59:18. > :59:26.who? Now, by all the world of men, I wonder who? To think that he whom

:59:26. > :59:33.I am to wed is alive and somewhere. Perhaps far away, perhaps close at

:59:33. > :59:42.hand. And I know him not. It seemeth that I am wasting time in

:59:42. > :59:51.not knowing him. Now say that it is I. Nay, suppose it for the nonce.

:59:51. > :59:54.Say that we are wed. Suppose it only. Say that thou art my very

:59:54. > :59:57.bride, and I thy cheery, joyous, bright and frolicsome husband, the

:59:57. > :00:07.day's work being done, and the prisoners stored away for the night,

:00:07. > :00:07.

:00:07. > :00:14.thou and I are alone together, with a long, long evening before us.

:00:14. > :00:24.is a pretty picture, but I scarcely know. It cometh so unexpectedly.

:00:24. > :00:24.

:00:24. > :00:34.And yet, and yet, were I thy bride Aye. Wert thou my bride? Oh, how I

:00:34. > :00:34.

:00:34. > :01:17.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:01:17. > :01:27.# As on her nest # The silvery flute

:01:27. > :02:02.

:02:02. > :02:12.# To the soft thrill of wooing # Were leaden heaviness

:02:12. > :02:33.

:02:33. > :02:37.# But then, of course, you see No, thou'rt not, not yet. But, Lord,

:02:37. > :02:45.how she woo'd; I should be no mean judge of wooing, seeing that I have

:02:45. > :02:49.been more hotly woo'd than most men. I have been woo'd by maid, widow,

:02:49. > :02:51.and wife. I have been woo'd boldly, timidly, tearfully, shyly, by

:02:51. > :03:01.direct assault, by suggestion, by implication, by inference, and by

:03:01. > :03:05.

:03:05. > :03:15.innuendo. But this wooing is not of the common order. This is the

:03:15. > :03:22.

:03:22. > :03:27.wooing of one who must needs woo me, The deed is, so far, safely

:03:27. > :03:31.accomplished. The slyboots, how she wheedled him. What a helpless ninny

:03:31. > :03:35.is a love-sick man. He is but as a lute in a woman's hands, she plays

:03:35. > :03:38.upon him whatever tune she will. But the Colonel comes. I' faith,

:03:38. > :03:48.he's just in time, for the Yeomen parade here for his execution in

:03:48. > :03:50.

:03:50. > :03:53.two minutes. My good and kind friend, thou runnest a grave risk

:03:53. > :03:57.for me. Tut, sir, no risk. I'll warrant none here will recognise

:03:57. > :04:00.you. You make a brave Yeoman, sir. So, this ruff is too high, so and

:04:00. > :04:03.the sword should hang thus. Here is your halbert, sir; carry it thus.

:04:03. > :04:07.The Yeomen come. Now, remember, you are my brave son, Leonard. If I may

:04:07. > :04:17.not bear mine own name, there is none other I would bear so readily.

:04:17. > :04:42.

:04:42. > :04:48.Now, sir, put a bold face on it, # The welcome news

:04:49. > :04:51.# Are echoed all the country through

:04:51. > :04:55.# Has come to join the Tower Warders?

:04:55. > :04:59.# If so, we come to meet him that we may fitly greet him

:04:59. > :05:02.# And welcome his arrival here

:05:02. > :05:04.# With shout on shout and cheer on cheer

:05:04. > :05:11.# Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

:05:11. > :05:17.# Ye Tower Warders nursed in war's alarms

:05:17. > :05:24.# Suckled on gunpowder and weaned on glory

:05:24. > :05:30.# Behold my son whose all-subduing arms

:05:30. > :05:35.# Have formed the theme of many a song and story!

:05:35. > :05:39.# Forgive his aged father's pride nor jeer

:05:39. > :05:44.# His aged father's sympathetic tear!

:05:44. > :05:48.# Leonard Meryll! Leonard Meryll!

:05:48. > :05:52.# Dauntless he in time of peril!

:05:52. > :05:56.# Man of power Knighthood's flower

:05:56. > :06:01.# Welcome to the grim old Tower

:06:01. > :06:11.# To the Tower, welcome thou!

:06:11. > :06:18.

:06:18. > :06:24.# Forbear, my friends and spare me this ovation

:06:24. > :06:29.# I have small claim to such consideration

:06:29. > :06:34.# The tales that of my prowess are narrated

:06:34. > :06:40.# Have been prodigiously exaggerated!

:06:40. > :06:44.# Have been prodigiously exaggerated!

:06:44. > :06:48.# Tis ever thus!

:06:48. > :06:53.# Wherever valour true is found

:06:53. > :07:03.# True modesty will there abound

:07:03. > :07:11.

:07:11. > :07:13.# Didst thou not Oh, Leonard Meryll!

:07:13. > :07:16.# Standard lost in last campaign

:07:16. > :07:21.# Rescue it at deadly peril bear it safely back again?

:07:21. > :07:27.# Leonard Meryll, at his peril bore it safely back again!

:07:27. > :07:30.# Didst thou not when prisoner taken

:07:30. > :07:32.# And debarred from all escape

:07:32. > :07:35.# Face, with gallant heart unshaken

:07:35. > :07:38.# Death in most appalling shape?

:07:38. > :07:40.# Leonard Meryll, faced his peril

:07:40. > :07:44.# Death in most appalling shape!

:07:44. > :07:47.# Truly I was to be pitied

:07:47. > :07:51.# Having but an hour to live

:07:51. > :07:59.# I reluctantly submitted I had no alternative!

:07:59. > :08:03.# Oh! The tales that are narrated

:08:03. > :08:05.# Of my deeds of derring-do

:08:05. > :08:10.# Have been much exaggerated Very much exaggerated

:08:10. > :08:15.# Scarce a word of them is true!

:08:15. > :08:18.# Scarce a word of them is true!

:08:18. > :08:22.# They are not exaggerated Not at all exaggerated

:08:22. > :08:32.# Could not be exaggerated Ev'ry word of them is true!

:08:32. > :08:53.

:08:53. > :08:54.# Don't you know me? I'm little Phoebe!

:08:55. > :08:57.# Phoebe? Is this Phoebe? What! Little Phoebe?

:08:57. > :09:02.# Who the deuce may she be? It can't be Phoebe, surely?

:09:02. > :09:04.# Yes, tis Phoebe

:09:04. > :09:10.# Your sister Phoebe! Your own little sister!

:09:10. > :09:12.# Aye, he speaks the truth

:09:12. > :09:15.# Tis Phoebe!

:09:15. > :09:19.# Sister Phoebe!

:09:19. > :09:22.# Oh, my brother!

:09:23. > :09:27.# Why, how you've grown! I did not recognise you!

:09:27. > :09:32.# So many years! Oh, brother!

:09:32. > :09:38.# Oh, my sister!

:09:38. > :09:47.# Oh, my sister!

:09:47. > :09:51.# Aye, hug him, girl! There are three thou mayst hug

:09:51. > :09:57.# Thy father and thy brother and myself!

:09:57. > :10:06.# Thyself, forsooth? And who art thou thyself?

:10:06. > :10:11.# Good sir, we are betrothed

:10:11. > :10:16.# Or more or less but rather less than more!

:10:16. > :10:26.# To thy fond care I do commend thy sister

:10:26. > :10:35.

:10:35. > :10:37.# Be to her an ever-watchful guardian, eagle-eyed!

:10:38. > :10:40.# And when she feels as sometimes she does feel

:10:40. > :10:44.# Disposed to indiscriminate caress

:10:44. > :10:50.# Be thou at hand to take those favours from her!

:10:50. > :10:56.# Be thou at hand to take those favours from her!

:10:56. > :10:58.# Yes, yes

:10:58. > :11:08.# Be thou at hand to take those favours from me!

:11:08. > :11:09.

:11:09. > :11:15.# To thy fraternal care Thy sister I commend

:11:16. > :11:24.# From every lurking snare Thy lovely charge defend

:11:24. > :11:25.# And to achieve this end

:11:25. > :11:27.# Oh! Grant, I pray, this boon

:11:27. > :11:32.# Oh, grant this boon!

:11:32. > :11:35.# She shall not quit my sight

:11:35. > :11:39.# From morn to afternoon From afternoon to night

:11:39. > :11:43.# From seven o'clock to two From two to eventide

:11:43. > :11:46.# From dim twilight to 'lev'n at night

:11:46. > :11:48.# From dim twilight to 'lev'n at night

:11:48. > :11:52.# She shall not quit thy side!

:11:52. > :11:56.# From morn to afternoon From afternoon to night

:11:56. > :12:00.# From seven o'clock to two From two to eventide

:12:00. > :12:02.# She shall not quit thy side!

:12:02. > :12:06.# So amiable I've grown So innocent as well

:12:06. > :12:12.# That if I'm left alone The consequences fell

:12:12. > :12:15.# No mortal can foretell

:12:15. > :12:18.# So grant, I pray, this boon

:12:18. > :12:22.# Oh, grant this boon!

:12:22. > :12:26.# I shall not quit thy sight

:12:26. > :12:31.# From morn to afternoon From afternoon to night

:12:31. > :12:35.# From seven o'clock to two From two to eventide

:12:35. > :12:36.# From dim twilight to 'lev'n at night

:12:36. > :12:43.# I shall not quit thy side!

:12:43. > :12:49.# From morn to afternoon From afternoon to night

:12:49. > :12:52.# She shall not quit thy side!

:12:52. > :12:59.# With brotherly readiness for my fair sister's sake

:12:59. > :13:08.# At once I answer "Yes" That task I undertake

:13:08. > :13:13.# My word I never break I freely grant that boon

:13:13. > :13:16.# And I'll repeat my plight

:13:16. > :13:21.# From morn to afternoon From afternoon to night

:13:21. > :13:23.# From morn to afternoon From afternoon to night

:13:23. > :13:30.# From seven o'clock to two From two to evening meal

:13:30. > :13:33.# From dim twilight to 'leven at night

:13:33. > :13:34.# From dim twilight to 'leven at night

:13:34. > :13:37.# That compact I will seal

:13:37. > :13:47.# From morn to afternoon From afternoon to night

:13:47. > :13:47.

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:15:05. > :15:13.# The block, the headsman and the tomb

:15:13. > :15:17.# The funeral bell begins to toll

:15:17. > :15:21.# May heaven

:15:21. > :15:31.# Have mercy on his soul!

:15:31. > :15:41.

:15:41. > :15:51.# Have mercy on his soul!

:15:51. > :15:52.

:15:52. > :15:58.# Oh, Mercy thou whose smile has shone

:15:58. > :16:04.# So many a captive heart upon

:16:04. > :16:10.# Of all immured within these walls

:16:10. > :16:17.# Today the very worthiest falls!

:16:17. > :16:24.# Oh, Mercy thou whose smile has shone

:16:24. > :16:31.# So many a captive heart upon

:16:31. > :16:40.# Of all immured within these walls

:16:40. > :16:50.# Today the very worthiest falls

:16:50. > :17:13.

:17:13. > :17:19.# My lord! I know not how to tell The news I bear!

:17:19. > :17:24.# I and my comrades sought the prisoner's cell

:17:24. > :17:28.# He is not there!

:17:28. > :17:30.# He is not there!

:17:30. > :17:37.# They sought the prisoner's cell He is not there!

:17:37. > :17:39.# As escort for the prisoner We sought his cell, in duty bound

:17:39. > :17:41.# The double gratings open were No prisoner at all we found!

:17:41. > :17:44.# We hunted high, we hunted low We hunted here, we hunted there

:17:44. > :17:45.# The man we sought with anxious care

:17:45. > :17:46.# Had vanished into empty air!

:17:46. > :17:54.# Now, by my troth, the news is fair The man has vanished into air!

:17:54. > :17:56.# Now, by my troth, the news is fair The man has vanished into air!

:17:56. > :17:58.# As escort for the prisoner We sought his cell in duty bound

:17:58. > :18:00.# The double gratings open were No prisoner at all we found!

:18:00. > :18:10.# Astounding news! The pris'ner fled!

:18:10. > :18:13.

:18:13. > :18:18.# Thy life shall forfeit be instead!

:18:18. > :18:25.# My lord, I did not set him free I hate the man, my rival he!

:18:25. > :18:28.# The prisoner gone, I'm all agape!

:18:29. > :18:36.# Who could have helped him to escape?

:18:36. > :18:38.# Indeed I can't imagine who! I've no idea at all, have you?

:18:38. > :18:41.# Of his escape no traces lurk Enchantment must have been at work!

:18:42. > :18:44.# What have I done? Oh, woe is me!

:18:44. > :18:47.# I am his wife, and he is free!

:18:47. > :18:49.# Oh, woe is you? Your anguish sink!

:18:49. > :18:50.# Oh, woe is me, I rather think!

:18:50. > :18:52.# Oh, woe is me, I rather think!

:18:52. > :18:54.# Yes, woe is me, I rather think!

:18:54. > :18:55.# Whate'er betide You are his bride

:18:55. > :18:56.# And I am left alone - bereft!

:18:56. > :18:57.# Yes, woe is me, I rather think!

:18:57. > :19:00.# Yes, woe is me, I rather think!

:19:00. > :19:02.# Yes, woe is me, I rather think!

:19:02. > :19:05.# All frenzied with despair I rave

:19:05. > :19:07.# The grave is cheated of its due

:19:07. > :19:10.# Who is Who is the misbegotten knave

:19:10. > :19:15.# Who hath contrived this deed to do?

:19:15. > :19:17.# Let search be made throughout the land

:19:17. > :19:20.# Or his vindictive anger dread

:19:20. > :19:22.# A thousand marks I'll hand

:19:23. > :19:26.# Who brings him here alive or dead

:19:26. > :19:31.# Who brings him here alive or dead

:19:31. > :19:40.# Alive or dead!

:19:40. > :19:41.# Alive or dead!

:19:41. > :19:51.# Alive or dead!

:19:51. > :19:51.

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:20:47. > :20:53.# Who brings him here And so with Elsie in a dead faint

:20:53. > :20:58.and an eggs Cousiner with no-one to execute, that is the end of Act 1

:20:58. > :21:02.of Gilbert and Sullivan's Yeoman of the Guard. -- executioner.

:21:02. > :21:06.The BBC's Concert Orchestra and the BBC Singers on fine form.

:21:06. > :21:11.Well confusion reigns at the end of Act 1. But it does seem that so far,

:21:11. > :21:15.at least, the plot is working. The cast only came together a few days

:21:15. > :21:22.ago to work under the expert guidance of director Martin Duncan

:21:22. > :21:26.and conductor Jane Glover. We went to visit them in rehearsal at the

:21:26. > :21:31.Watford cap Coliseum Gilbert and Sullivan is our musical heritage.

:21:31. > :21:35.It is part of the landscape of the country. A celebration of all

:21:35. > :21:39.things British. It takes all performances, everybody feels

:21:39. > :21:44.identified with it. A lot of people will be brought up possibly hearing

:21:44. > :21:49.it in their gieldhood or being part of -- in their childhood or being

:21:49. > :21:54.part of Gilbert and Sullivan Societies.

:21:54. > :21:57.I grew up with these people. I used to play my grandfather's LPs. I

:21:57. > :22:02.still have these LPs in my collection now. They are sacred

:22:02. > :22:12.things. I was hooked in. I think that's probably what got me into

:22:12. > :22:14.

:22:15. > :22:20.theatre in the first place. WS's Gilbert's libretti, the use of

:22:20. > :22:25.language is marvellous, clever and genuinely funny.

:22:25. > :22:31.# You make me aware of his anger provoking...

:22:31. > :22:34.# Practical joking. Whips and quidities and conundrums. And words

:22:34. > :22:38.that we have to dive into a dictionary to find out what they

:22:38. > :22:43.mean, but once you get them flowing on the tongue, they are marvellous

:22:43. > :22:49.to keep. I should call it crawling. He was

:22:49. > :22:53.creeping. He was creeping, creep. Crawling. He was creeping, creeping,

:22:53. > :22:58.crawling. Where Sullivan is brilliant is allowing Gilbert's

:22:58. > :23:08.words to come through. He was a great craftsman, Sullivan. I love

:23:08. > :23:10.

:23:10. > :23:17.his orchestration. It is so clever. For all, he is parodying this, or

:23:17. > :23:26.parodying Madrigal or a Donizetti aria, what yefrbgs even a wag

:23:26. > :23:30.nearian march or a bit of Parsifal, it has its own footprint on it.

:23:30. > :23:34.This piece, especially, is the nearest they got to Grand opera.

:23:34. > :23:44.For the character I sing, Elsie Maynard, it is incredibly lyrical

:23:44. > :23:53.

:23:53. > :23:58.and operatic. In some places, Act 2 of the Yeoman of the Guard

:23:58. > :24:03.probably brings more surprises than Act 1. We get more confusion of who

:24:03. > :24:08.knows what and who is married to who, and who thinks what. You need

:24:08. > :24:16.to watch out for Jack Point and possibly an unexpected ending.

:24:16. > :24:21.is a poignant moment. It is a great part of the opera for me to perform.

:24:21. > :24:25.The Yeoman of the Guard is, for many people, their favourite

:24:25. > :24:35.Gilbert and Sullivan, because it's got so many dimensions, that there

:24:35. > :24:38.

:24:38. > :24:44.is this darkness to it, which So, expect a few more twists and

:24:44. > :24:49.turns in Act 2. It's true, Yeoman of the Guard is not your usual

:24:49. > :24:55.frothy and farcical Gilbert and Sullivan, so be prepared for a

:24:55. > :25:05.bitter-sweet ending. The BBC Concert Orchestra and the BBC

:25:05. > :25:05.

:25:05. > :27:52.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:27:52. > :28:02.Singers are poised for the second # He is free

:28:02. > :28:32.

:28:32. > :28:41.# He is free # But all in vain

:28:41. > :28:51.# Every house, every chink # Every chamber, every outlet

:28:51. > :28:51.

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:29:58. > :30:08.# Spite of us all he is free The MerrieJestes of Hugh Ambrose,

:30:08. > :30:12.

:30:12. > :30:21.No 7863.The Poor Wit and the Rich Councillor. A certayne poor wit,

:30:21. > :30:28.being an-hungered, did meet a well- fed councillor. "Marry, fool",

:30:28. > :30:31.quothe the councillor, "whither away?" "In truth," said the poor

:30:31. > :30:35.wag, "in that I have eaten naught these two days, I do wither away,

:30:35. > :30:45.and that right rapidly." The Councillor laughed hugely, and gave

:30:45. > :30:46.

:30:46. > :30:53.him a sausage. The councillor was easier to please than my new master

:30:53. > :30:55.the Lieutenant. I should like to take post under that councillor.

:30:55. > :31:05.'tis but melancholy mumming when poor heart-broken, jilted Jack

:31:05. > :31:06.

:31:06. > :31:11.Point must needs turn to Hugh Ambrose for original light humour!

:31:11. > :31:15.Master Point! Friend jailer that wast. Jailer that never shalt be

:31:15. > :31:17.more. Come, take heart, smile, laugh, wink, twinkle, thou

:31:17. > :31:27.tormentor that tormentest none, thou racker that rackest not, thou

:31:27. > :31:30.

:31:30. > :31:37.pincher out of place, come, take heart, and be merry, as I am. As I

:31:37. > :31:43.am! Aye, it's well for thee to laugh. Thou hast a good post, and

:31:43. > :31:49.hast cause to be merry. Cause? Have we not all cause? Is not the world

:31:49. > :31:52.a big butt of humour, into with all who will may drive a gimlet? See, I

:31:52. > :31:56.am a salaried wit, and is there aught in nature more ridiculous

:31:56. > :31:59.than a poor, dull, heart-broken man, who must needs be merry, or he will

:31:59. > :32:02.be whipped, who must rejoice, lest he starve, who must jest you, jibe

:32:02. > :32:06.you, quip you, crank you, wrack you, riddle you, from hour to hour, from

:32:06. > :32:16.day to day, from year to year, lest he dwindle, perish, starve, pine,

:32:16. > :32:24.

:32:24. > :32:34.and die! Why, when there's naught else to laugh at, I laugh at myself

:32:34. > :32:34.

:32:34. > :32:41.till I ache for it.! Yet I have often thought that a jester's

:32:41. > :32:46.calling would suit me to a hair. Thee? Ha ha ha. Would suit thee,

:32:46. > :32:49.thou death's head and cross-bones? Aye, I have a pretty wit, a light,

:32:49. > :32:58.airy, joysome wit, spiced with anecdotes of prison cells and the

:32:58. > :33:04.torture chamber. Oh, a very delicate wit! I have tried it on

:33:04. > :33:11.many a prisoner, and there have been some who smiled. It is not

:33:11. > :33:16.easy to make a prisoner smile. And it should not be difficult to be a

:33:16. > :33:26.good jester, seeing that thou are one. Difficult? Nothing easier.

:33:26. > :33:29.

:33:29. > :33:33.Nothing easier. Attend, and I will # Oh! A private buffoon

:33:33. > :33:38.# From the morn' to the night # And he bubbles with wit

:33:38. > :33:48.# Yet though people forgive # There are one or two rules

:33:48. > :33:49.

:33:49. > :33:55.# That all family fools # Must observe if they love

:33:55. > :33:57.# If you wish to succeed as a jester you'll need

:33:57. > :33:59.# To consider each person's auricular

:33:59. > :34:01.# What is all right for B would quite scandalise C

:34:01. > :34:03.# For C is so very particular

:34:04. > :34:06.# And D may be dull And E's very thick skull

:34:06. > :34:08.# Is as empty of brains as a ladle

:34:08. > :34:11.# While F is F-sharp and will cry with a carp

:34:11. > :34:14.# That he's known your best joke from his cradle!

:34:14. > :34:15.# When your humour they flout

:34:15. > :34:16.# You can't let yourself go

:34:16. > :34:17.# And it does put you out

:34:17. > :34:19.# When a person says

:34:19. > :34:25.# "Oh! I have known that old joke from my cradle!"

:34:25. > :34:27.# If your master is surly from getting up early

:34:27. > :34:29.# And tempers are short in the morning

:34:29. > :34:31.# An inopportune joke is enough to provoke

:34:31. > :34:33.# Him to give you at once a month's warning

:34:33. > :34:36.# Then if you refrain he is at you again

:34:37. > :34:38.# For he likes to get value for money

:34:38. > :34:41.# He'll ask then and there with an insolent stare

:34:41. > :34:44.# If you know that you're paid to be funny

:34:44. > :34:45.# It adds to the tasks

:34:45. > :34:46.# Of a merryman's place

:34:46. > :34:47.# When your principal asks

:34:47. > :34:49.# With a scowl on his face

:34:49. > :34:54.# If you know that you're paid to be funny

:34:54. > :34:56.# Comes a bishop, maybe or a solemn D-D

:34:56. > :34:59.# Oh, beware of his anger provoking!

:34:59. > :35:00.# Better not pull his hair

:35:00. > :35:01.# Don't stick pins in his chair

:35:02. > :35:03.# He don't understand practical joking

:35:03. > :35:05.# If the jests that you crack have an orthodox smack

:35:05. > :35:07.# You may get a bland smile from these sages

:35:07. > :35:11.# But should they, by chance be imported from France

:35:11. > :35:13.# Half-a-crown is stopped out of your wages!

:35:13. > :35:14.# It's a general rule

:35:14. > :35:16.# Though your zeal it may quench

:35:16. > :35:17.# If the Family Fool

:35:17. > :35:19.# Tells a joke that's too French

:35:19. > :35:24.# Half-a-crown is stopped out of his wages!

:35:24. > :35:26.# Though your head it may rack with a bilious attack

:35:26. > :35:28.# And your senses with toothache you're losing

:35:28. > :35:30.# Don't be mopy and flat They don't fine you for that

:35:30. > :35:33.# If you're properly quaint and amusing!

:35:33. > :35:35.# Though your wife ran away with a soldier that day

:35:35. > :35:37.# And took with her your trifle of money

:35:37. > :35:39.# Bless your heart, they don't mind

:35:39. > :35:41.# They're exceedingly kind

:35:41. > :35:43.# They don't blame you as long as you're funny!

:35:43. > :35:45.# It's a comfort to feel

:35:45. > :35:46.# If your partner should flit

:35:46. > :35:47.# Though you suffer a deal

:35:47. > :35:49.# They don't mind it a bit

:35:49. > :35:59.# They don't blame you so long as you're funny! #

:35:59. > :36:00.

:36:00. > :36:10.APPLAUSE

:36:10. > :36:15.

:36:15. > :36:15.And

:36:15. > :36:15.And so

:36:15. > :36:22.And so thou

:36:22. > :36:24.And so thou wouldst be a jester eh? Aye! $$WHTIE Now, listen, my

:36:24. > :36:33.sweetheart, Elsie Maynard, was secretly wed to this Fairfax half

:36:33. > :36:38.an hour ere he escaped. She did well. She did nothing of the kind,

:36:38. > :36:42.so hold thy peace and perpend. Now, while he liveth she is dead to me

:36:42. > :36:47.and I to her, and so, my jibes and jokes notwithstanding, I am the

:36:47. > :36:56.saddest and the sorriest dog in England! Thou art a very dull dog

:36:56. > :36:59.indeed. Now, if thou wilt swear that thou didst shoot this Fairfax

:36:59. > :37:02.while he was trying to swim across the river, it needs but the

:37:03. > :37:05.discharge of an arquebus on a dark night, and that he sank and was

:37:06. > :37:15.seen no more, I'll make thee the very Archbishop of Jesters, and

:37:16. > :37:23.

:37:23. > :37:26.that in two days' time. Now, what sayest thou? I am to lie?! Heartily.

:37:26. > :37:30.But thy lie must be a lie of circumstance, which I will support

:37:30. > :37:38.with the testimony of eyes, ears, and tongue. And thou wilt qualify

:37:38. > :37:45.me as a jester? As a jester among jesters. I will teach thee all my

:37:45. > :37:51.original songs, my self-constructed riddles, my own ingenious paradoxes.

:37:51. > :37:56.Nay, more, I will reveal to thee the source whence I get them. Now,

:37:56. > :38:06.what sayest thou? Why, if it be but a lie thou wantest of me, I hold it

:38:06. > :38:24.

:38:24. > :38:27.cheap enough, and I say yes, it is # How this Fairfax died

:38:27. > :38:37.# I to swear to! # I to swear to!

:38:37. > :38:59.

:38:59. > :39:09.# In return for my own part # Wag-a-wagging

:39:09. > :39:25.

:39:25. > :39:35.# What a tale of cock # What a tale of cock

:39:35. > :40:04.

:40:04. > :40:09.# What a tale of cock Two days gone, and no news of poor

:40:09. > :40:17.Fairfax. The dolts. They seek him everywhere save within a dozen

:40:17. > :40:20.yards of his dungeon. So, I am free. Free! The Tower bonds were but a

:40:20. > :40:28.thread of silk compared with these conjugal fetters which I, fool that

:40:28. > :40:38.I was, placed upon mine own hands. From the one I broke readily enough.

:40:38. > :41:08.

:41:08. > :41:18.# A pris'ner still? # Ah, is not one so tied

:41:18. > :41:18.

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:42:53. > :43:00.Well, Sergeant Meryll, and how fares thy pretty charge, Elsie

:43:00. > :43:04.Maynard? Well enough, sir. She is quite strong again, and leaves us

:43:04. > :43:08.tonight. Thanks to Dame Carruthers' kind nursing, eh? Aye, deuce take

:43:08. > :43:11.the old witch. Ah, 'twas but a sorry trick you played me, sir, to

:43:11. > :43:15.bring the fainting girl to me. It gave the old lady an excuse for

:43:15. > :43:18.taking up her quarters in my house, and for the last two years I've

:43:18. > :43:22.shunned her like the plague. Another day of it and she would

:43:22. > :43:26.have married me! Good Lord, here she is again! I'll e'en go. Nay,

:43:26. > :43:31.Sergeant Meryll, don't go. I have something of grave import to say to

:43:32. > :43:36.thee. It's coming. I'faith, I think I'm, not wanted here. Nay, Master

:43:36. > :43:40.Leonard, I've naught to say to thy father that his son may not hear.

:43:40. > :43:46.True. I'm one of the family, I had forgotten. 'Tis about this Elsie

:43:46. > :43:52.Maynard. A pretty girl, Master. fair as a peach blossom, what then?

:43:52. > :43:55.She hath a liking for thee, or I mistake not. With all my heart.

:43:55. > :44:00.She's as dainty a little maid as you'll find in a midsummer day's

:44:00. > :44:08.march. Then be warned in time, and give not thy heart to her. Oh, I

:44:08. > :44:15.know what it is to give my heart to one who will have none of it!

:44:15. > :44:19.she knows all about that. And why is my boy to take heed of her?

:44:19. > :44:24.She's a good girl, Dame Carruthers. Good enough, for aught I know. But

:44:24. > :44:28.she's no girl. She's a married woman. A married woman. Tush, old

:44:28. > :44:33.lady. She's promised to Jack Point, the Lieutenant's new jester. Tush

:44:33. > :44:36.in thy teeth, old man. As my niece Kate sat by her bedside today, this

:44:36. > :44:41.Elsie slept, and as she slept she moaned and groaned, and turned this

:44:41. > :44:46.way and that way and, 'How shall I marry one I have never seen?' quoth

:44:46. > :44:52.she. Then, 'An hundred crowns!' quoth she. Then, 'Is it certain he

:44:52. > :45:00.will die in an hour?' quoth she. Then, 'I love him not, and yet I am

:45:00. > :45:05.his wife,' quoth she. Is it not so, Kate? Aye, aunt, 'tis even so.

:45:05. > :45:10.thou sure of all this? Aye, sir, for I wrote it all down on my

:45:10. > :45:17.tablets. Now, mark my words, it was of this Fairfax she spake, and he

:45:17. > :45:22.is her husband, or I'll swallow my kirtle. Is it true, sir? True? Why,

:45:22. > :45:26.the girl was raving. Why should she marry a man who had but an hour to

:45:27. > :45:36.live? Marry? There be those who would marry but for a minute,

:45:37. > :45:41.

:45:41. > :45:51.rather than die old maids. Aye, I # Strange adventure!

:45:51. > :45:51.

:45:51. > :48:08.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:48:08. > :48:14.# Strange adventure So my mysterious bride is no other

:48:14. > :48:18.than this winsome Elsie! By my hand, 'tis no such ill plunge in

:48:18. > :48:22.Fortune's lucky bag. I might have fared worse with my eyes open. But

:48:22. > :48:29.she comes. Now to test her principles. 'Tis not every husband

:48:29. > :48:35.who has a chance of wooing his own wife! Mistress Elsie. Master

:48:35. > :48:39.Leonard. So thou leavest us tonight? Yes, Master Leonard. I

:48:39. > :48:45.have been kindly tended, and I almost fear I am loth to go.

:48:45. > :48:48.this Fairfax, wast thou glad when he escaped? Why, truly, Master

:48:48. > :48:52.Leonard, it is a sad thing that a young and gallant gentleman should

:48:52. > :48:59.die in the very fullness of his life. Then when thou didst faint in

:48:59. > :49:02.my arms, it was for joy at his safety? It may be so. I was highly

:49:02. > :49:10.wrought, Master Leonard, and I am but a girl, and so, when I am

:49:10. > :49:15.highly wrought, I faint. Now, dost thou know, I am consumed with a

:49:16. > :49:21.parlous jealousy? Thou? And of whom? Why, of this Fairfax, surely.

:49:21. > :49:26.Of Colonel Fairfax? Aye. Shall I be frank with thee? Elsie, I love thee,

:49:26. > :49:33.ardently, passionately. Elsie, I have loved thee these two days,

:49:33. > :49:38.which is a long time, and I would fain join my life to thine. Master

:49:38. > :49:43.Leonard. Thou art jesting. Jesting? May I shrivel into raisins if I

:49:43. > :49:48.jest. I love thee with a love that is a fever, with a love that is a

:49:48. > :49:54.frenzy, with a love that eateth up my heart! What sayest thou? Thou

:49:54. > :49:58.wilt not let my heart be eaten up? Oh, mercy! What am I to say? Dost

:49:58. > :50:03.thou love me, or hast thou been insensible these two days? I love

:50:03. > :50:07.all brave men. Nay, there is love in excess. I thank heaven there are

:50:07. > :50:12.many brave men in England, but if thou lovest them all, I withdraw my

:50:12. > :50:22.thanks. I love the bravest best. But, sir, I may not listen, I am

:50:22. > :50:23.

:50:23. > :50:29.not free, I am a wife. Thou a wife? Whose? His name? His days are

:50:29. > :50:33.numbered. Nay, his grave is dug and his epitaph set up. Come, his name?

:50:33. > :50:40.Oh, sir, keep my secret. It is the only barrier that Fate could set up

:50:40. > :50:43.between us. My husband is none other than Colonel Fairfax.

:50:43. > :50:51.greatest villain unhung! The most ill-favoured, ill-mannered, ill-

:50:51. > :50:56.natured, ill-omened, ill-tempered dog in Christendom. It is very like.

:50:56. > :51:00.He is naught to me, for I never saw him. I was blindfolded, and he was

:51:00. > :51:05.to have died within the hour; and he did not die and I am wedded to

:51:05. > :51:09.him, and my heart is broken. He was to have died, and he did not die?

:51:09. > :51:14.The scoundrel! The perjured, traitorous villain. Thou shouldst

:51:14. > :51:20.have insisted on his dying first, to make sure. 'Tis the only way

:51:20. > :51:24.with these Fairfaxes. I now wish I had. Bloodthirsty little maiden! Be

:51:24. > :51:28.mine, he will never know, he dares not show himself and if he dare,

:51:28. > :51:35.what art thou to him? Fly with me, Elsie, we will be married tomorrow,

:51:35. > :51:40.and thou shalt be the happiest wife in England. Master Leonard, I am

:51:40. > :51:45.amazed. Is it thus that brave soldiers speak to poor girls? Oh,

:51:45. > :51:51.for shame, for shame. I am wed, not the less because I love not my

:51:52. > :51:57.husband. I am a wife, sir. I have a duty. And, oh, sir, thy words

:51:58. > :52:04.terrify me. They are not honest. They are wicked words, and unworthy

:52:04. > :52:14.thy great and brave heart. Oh, shame upon thee. Shame upon thee.

:52:14. > :52:15.

:52:15. > :52:19.Nay, Elsie, I did but jest. I spake # Hark!

:52:19. > :52:29.# Fired from the wharf # Strange, and at such an hour!

:52:29. > :52:31.

:52:31. > :52:34.# Now what can that have been A shot so late at night

:52:35. > :52:40.# Enough to cause a fright! What can the portent mean?

:52:40. > :52:42.# Are foeman in the land? Is London to be wrecked?

:52:42. > :52:45.# What are we to expect? What danger is at hand?

:52:45. > :52:49.# Let us understand what danger is at hand!

:52:49. > :52:51.# Let us understand what danger is at hand!

:52:51. > :52:54.# Who fired that shot? At once the truth declare?

:52:54. > :52:59.# My lord, twas I to rashly judge forebear!

:53:00. > :53:09.# My lord, twas he to rashly judge forebear!

:53:09. > :53:11.# Like a ghost his vigil keeping

:53:11. > :53:12.# Or a spectre all-appalling

:53:12. > :53:13.# I beheld a figure creeping

:53:13. > :53:14.# I should rather call it crawling

:53:14. > :53:15.# He was creeping

:53:15. > :53:16.# He was crawling

:53:16. > :53:17.# He was creeping, creeping

:53:17. > :53:18.# Crawling!

:53:18. > :53:19.# He was creeping

:53:19. > :53:19.# He was crawling

:53:19. > :53:22.# He was creeping, creeping

:53:22. > :53:23.# Not a moment's hesitation I myself upon him flung

:53:23. > :53:25.# With a hurried exclamation to his draperies I hung

:53:25. > :53:28.# Then we closed with one another in a rough-and-tumble smother

:53:28. > :53:30.# Colonel Fairfax and no other was the man to whom I clung!

:53:30. > :53:36.# Colonel Fairfax and no other was the man to whom he clung!

:53:36. > :53:38.# After mighty tug and tussle

:53:38. > :53:39.# It resembled more a struggle

:53:39. > :53:40.# He, by dint of stronger muscle

:53:40. > :53:42.# Or by some infernal juggle

:53:42. > :53:43.# From my clutches quickly sliding

:53:43. > :53:44.# I should rather call it slipping

:53:44. > :53:46.# With a view, no doubt, of hiding

:53:46. > :53:47.# Or escaping to the shipping

:53:47. > :53:48.# With a gasp and with a quiver

:53:48. > :53:50.# I'd describe it as a shiver

:53:50. > :53:53.# Down he dived into the river and, alas, I cannot swim

:53:53. > :53:55.# It's enough to make one shiver With a gasp, and with a quiver

:53:55. > :53:59.# Down he dived into the river It was very brave of him!

:53:59. > :54:00.# Ingenuity is catching

:54:00. > :54:02.# With the view my King of pleasing

:54:02. > :54:03.# Arquebus from sentry snatching

:54:03. > :54:04.# I should rather call it seizing

:54:04. > :54:05.# With an ounce or two of lead

:54:05. > :54:07.# I dispatched him through the head!

:54:07. > :54:08.# With an ounce or two of lead

:54:08. > :54:09.# He dispatched him through the head!

:54:09. > :54:10.# I discharged it without winking

:54:11. > :54:12.# Little time I lost in thinking

:54:12. > :54:13.# Like a stone I saw him sinking

:54:13. > :54:15.# I should say a lump of lead

:54:15. > :54:16.# He discharged it without winking

:54:16. > :54:17.# Little time he lost in thinking

:54:17. > :54:18.# Like a stone I saw him sinking

:54:18. > :54:20.# I should say a lump of lead

:54:20. > :54:21.# Like a stone, my boy, I said

:54:21. > :54:23.# Like a heavy lump of lead

:54:23. > :54:25.# Like a heavy lump of lead

:54:25. > :54:26.# Anyhow, the man is dead

:54:26. > :54:28.# Whether stone or lump of lead!

:54:28. > :54:29.# Anyhow, the man is dead

:54:29. > :54:30.# Whether stone or lump of lead!

:54:30. > :54:31.# Arquebus from sentry seizing

:54:31. > :54:33.# With the view his King of pleasing

:54:33. > :54:37.# Wilfred shot him through the head

:54:37. > :54:39.# And he's very, very dead!

:54:39. > :54:40.# And it matters very little whether stone or lump of lead

:54:40. > :54:48.# It is very, very certain that he's very, very dead!

:54:48. > :54:51.# The river must be dragged No time be lost

:54:51. > :54:55.# The body must be found at any cost

:54:55. > :55:00.# To this attend without undue delay

:55:00. > :55:03.# So set to work with what dispatch ye may!

:55:03. > :55:04.# Yes, yes

:55:04. > :55:13.# We'll set to work with what dispatch we may!

:55:13. > :55:20.# Hail the valiant fellow who did this deed of derring-do!

:55:20. > :55:30.# Honours wait on such an one by my head, twas bravely done

:55:30. > :55:35.

:55:35. > :55:45.# Now, by my head twas bravely done! #

:55:45. > :55:45.

:55:45. > :55:55.APPLAUSE

:55:55. > :55:55.

:55:55. > :55:56.Nay,

:55:56. > :55:56.Nay, sweetheart,

:55:56. > :55:59.Nay, sweetheart, be

:55:59. > :56:06.Nay, sweetheart, be comforted. This Fairfax was but a pestilent fellow,

:56:06. > :56:11.and, as he had to die, he might as well die thus as any other way.

:56:11. > :56:14.'Twas a good death. Still, he was my husband, and had he not been, he

:56:14. > :56:24.was nevertheless a living man, and now he is dead; and so, by your

:56:24. > :56:25.

:56:25. > :56:32.leave, my tears may flow unchidden, Master Point. And thou didst see

:56:32. > :56:40.all this? Aye, with both eyes at once, this and that. The testimony

:56:40. > :56:45.of one eye is naught. He may lie. But when it is corroborated by the

:56:45. > :56:51.other, it is good evidence that none may gainsay. Here are both

:56:51. > :56:56.present in court, ready to swear to him! But art thou sure it was

:56:56. > :57:03.Colonel Fairfax? Saw you his face? Aye, and a plaguey ill-favoured

:57:04. > :57:09.face too. A very hang-dog face. A felon face. A face to fright the

:57:09. > :57:19.headsman himself, and make him strike awry. Oh, a plaguey, bad

:57:19. > :57:26.

:57:26. > :57:30.face, take my word for it. How they laugh! 'Tis ever thus with simple

:57:30. > :57:33.folk. An accepted wit has but to say 'Pass the mustard,' and they

:57:33. > :57:39.roar their ribs out. If ever I come to life again, thou shalt pay for

:57:39. > :57:42.this, Master Point! Now, Elsie, thou art free to choose again, so

:57:43. > :57:47.behold me. I am young and well- favoured. I have a pretty wit. I

:57:48. > :57:51.can jest you, jibe you, quip you, crank you, wrack you, riddle you.

:57:51. > :57:53.Tush, man, thou knowest not how to woo.'Tis not to be done with time-

:57:53. > :58:02.worn jests and thread-bare sophistries, with quips, conundrums,

:58:02. > :58:12.rhymes, and paradoxes. 'Tis an art in itself, and must be studied

:58:12. > :58:15.

:58:15. > :58:17.# Should 'prentice himself # And study all day

:58:17. > :58:20.# How to flatter, cajole and persuade

:58:20. > :58:23.# He should 'prentice himself at fourteen

:58:23. > :58:26.# And practise from morning to e'en

:58:26. > :58:28.# And when he's of age

:58:28. > :58:29.# If he will, I'll engage

:58:29. > :58:32.# He may capture the heart of a queen!

:58:32. > :58:35.# It is purely a matter of skill

:58:35. > :58:39.# He may capture the heart of a queen!

:58:39. > :58:42.# It is purely a matter of skill

:58:42. > :58:46.# Which all may attain if they will

:58:46. > :58:48.# But every Jack He must study the knack

:58:48. > :58:53.# If he wants to make sure of his Jill!

:58:53. > :59:03.# If he wants to make sure of his Jill!

:59:03. > :59:05.

:59:05. > :59:08.# If he's made the best use of his time

:59:08. > :59:12.# His twig he'll so carefully lime

:59:12. > :59:15.# That every bird will come down at his word

:59:15. > :59:19.# Whatever its plumage and clime

:59:19. > :59:22.# He must learn that the thrill of a touch

:59:22. > :59:25.# May mean little or nothing or much

:59:25. > :59:27.# It's an instrument rare

:59:27. > :59:28.# To be handled with care

:59:29. > :59:35.# And ought to be treated as such

:59:35. > :59:39.# And ought to be treated as such

:59:39. > :59:41.# It is purely a matter of skill

:59:41. > :59:45.# Which all may attain if they will

:59:45. > :59:48.# But every Jack He must study the knack

:59:48. > :59:52.# If he wants to make sure of his Jill!

:59:52. > :00:02.# If he wants to make sure of his Jill!

:00:02. > :00:06.

:00:06. > :00:09.# Then a glance may be timid or free

:00:09. > :00:12.# It will vary in mighty degree

:00:12. > :00:16.# From an impudent stare to a look of despair

:00:16. > :00:19.# That no maid without pity can see!

:00:19. > :00:22.# And a glance of despair is no guide

:00:22. > :00:25.# It may have its ridiculous side

:00:25. > :00:28.# It may draw you a tear

:00:28. > :00:30.# Or a box on the ear

:00:30. > :00:34.# You can never be sure till you've tried!

:00:34. > :00:41.# Never be sure till you've tried!

:00:41. > :00:44.# It is purely a matter of skill

:00:44. > :00:48.# Which all may attain if they will

:00:48. > :00:52.# But every Jack He must study the knack

:00:52. > :00:56.# If he wants to make sure of his Jill!

:00:56. > :01:04.If he wants to make sure of his Jill! #

:01:04. > :01:08.# But every Jack He must study the knack

:01:08. > :01:13.If he wants to make sure of his Jill! #

:01:13. > :01:16.# But every Jack He must study the knack

:01:16. > :01:26.If he wants to make sure of his Jill! #

:01:26. > :01:35.

:01:36. > :01:45.APPLAUSE

:01:46. > :01:54.

:01:54. > :01:54.Now,

:01:54. > :01:54.Now, listen

:01:55. > :02:00.Now, listen to

:02:00. > :02:04.Now, listen to me, 'tis done thus. Mistress Elsie, there is one here

:02:04. > :02:14.who, as thou knowest, loves thee right well. That he does, right

:02:14. > :02:15.

:02:15. > :02:18.well! He is but a man of poor estate, but he hath a loving,

:02:18. > :02:22.honest heart. He will be a true and trusty husband to thee, and if thou

:02:22. > :02:26.wilt be his wife, thou shalt lie curled up in his heart, like a

:02:26. > :02:30.little squirrel in its nest! 'Tis a pretty figure. A maggot in a nut

:02:30. > :02:33.lies closer, but a squirrel will do. He knoweth that thou wast a wife,

:02:33. > :02:36.an unloved and unloving wife, and his poor heart was near to breaking.

:02:37. > :02:40.But now that thine unloving husband is dead, and thou art free, he

:02:40. > :02:50.would fain pray that thou wouldst hearken unto him, and give him hope

:02:50. > :02:56.

:02:56. > :02:59.that thou wouldst one day be his! He presses her hands, and whispers

:02:59. > :03:09.in her ear. Odsbodikins, what does it mean? Now, sweetheart, tell me,

:03:09. > :03:14.wilt thou be this poor good fellow's wife? If the good, brave

:03:14. > :03:17.man, is he a brave man? So men say. That's not true, but let it pass.

:03:17. > :03:23.If the brave man will be content with a poor, penniless, untaught

:03:23. > :03:32.maid. Widow, but let that pass. will be his true and loving wife,

:03:32. > :03:40.and that with my heart of hearts. My own dear love. Why, what's all

:03:40. > :03:44.this? Brother, brother, it is not seemly. Oh, I can't let that pass.

:03:44. > :03:50.Hold, enough, Master Leonard. An advocate should have his fee, but

:03:50. > :03:53.methinks thou art over-paying thyself. Nay, that is for Elsie to

:03:53. > :03:56.say. I promised thee I would show thee how to woo, and herein lies

:03:57. > :04:06.the proof of the virtue of my teaching. Go thou, and apply it

:04:07. > :04:07.

:04:07. > :06:36.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:06:36. > :06:39.And I helped that man to escape, and I've kept his secret, and

:06:39. > :06:42.pretended that I was his dearly loving sister, and done everything

:06:42. > :06:49.I could think of to make folk believe I was his loving sister,

:06:49. > :06:52.and this is his gratitude. Before I pretend to be sister to anybody

:06:52. > :07:02.again, I'll turn nun, and be sister to everybody, one as much as

:07:02. > :07:05.

:07:05. > :07:10.another. In tears, eh? What a plague art thou grizzling for now?

:07:10. > :07:16.Why am I grizzling? Thou hast often wept for jealousy. Well, 'tis for

:07:16. > :07:21.jealousy I weep now. Aye, yellow, bilious, jaundiced jealousy. Make

:07:21. > :07:24.the most of that, Master Wilfred. But I have never given thee cause

:07:25. > :07:31.for jealousy. The Lieutenant's cook-maid and I are but the merest

:07:31. > :07:37.gossips. Jealous of thee. Bah. I'm jealous of no craven cock-on-a-hill,

:07:37. > :07:42.who crows about what he'd do an he dared! I am jealous of another and

:07:42. > :07:47.a better man than thou. Set that down, Master Wilfred. And he is to

:07:47. > :07:53.marry Elsie Maynard, the pale little fool. Set that down Master

:07:53. > :08:03.Wilfred, and my heart is wellnigh broken! There, thou hast it all!

:08:03. > :08:03.

:08:04. > :08:09.Make the most of it. The man thou lovest is to marry Elsie Maynard?

:08:09. > :08:12.Why, that is no other than thy brother, Leonard Meryll. Oh, mercy!

:08:12. > :08:19.What have I said? Why, what manner of brother is this, thou lying

:08:19. > :08:25.little jade? Speak. Who is this man whom thou hast called brother, and

:08:25. > :08:31.fondled, and coddled, and kissed, with my connivance. Oh Lord, with

:08:31. > :08:41.my connivance. Should it be this Fairfax? It is. It's the cursed

:08:41. > :08:53.

:08:53. > :08:57.Fairfax! It's Fairfax! Fairfax. Whom thou hast just shot through

:08:57. > :09:05.the head, and who lies at the bottom of the river. Ah! I, I may

:09:05. > :09:12.have been mistaken. We are but fallible mortals, the best of us.

:09:12. > :09:16.But I'll make sure, I'll make sure. Stay. One word. I think it cannot

:09:16. > :09:21.be Fairfax. Mind, I say I think, because thou hast just slain

:09:21. > :09:24.Fairfax. But whether he be Fairfax or no Fairfax, he is to marry Elsie

:09:24. > :09:34.and, and as thou hast shot him through the head, and he is dead,

:09:34. > :09:41.

:09:41. > :09:47.be content with that, and I will be thy wife. Is that sure? Aye, for

:09:47. > :09:57.sure enough, for there's no help for it. Thou art a very brute but

:09:57. > :10:05.

:10:05. > :10:08.even brutes must marry, I suppose. My beloved. Ugh! Phoebe, rejoice,

:10:08. > :10:11.for I bring glad tidings. Colonel Fairfax's reprieve was signed two

:10:11. > :10:13.days since, but it was foully and maliciously kept back by Secretary

:10:13. > :10:17.Poltwhistle, who designed that it should arrive after the Colonel's

:10:17. > :10:20.death. It hath just come to hand, and it is now in the Lieutenant's

:10:20. > :10:23.possession. Then the Colonel is free? Oh, kiss me, kiss me, my dear.

:10:23. > :10:32.Kiss me, again, and again. bobs! Death o' my life! Art thou

:10:32. > :10:36.mad? Am I mad? Are we all mad? my dear, my dear, I'm wellnigh

:10:36. > :10:44.crazed with joy. Come away from him, thou hussy, thou jade, thou kissing,

:10:44. > :10:50.clinging cockatrice. And as for thee, sir, devil take thee. I'll

:10:50. > :10:59.rip thee like a herring for this. I'll skin thee for it. I'll cleave

:11:00. > :11:04.thee to the chine. Oh, Phoebe. Phoebe, who is this man? Peace,

:11:04. > :11:10.fool. He is my brother. Another brother. Are there any more of

:11:10. > :11:13.them? Produce them all at once, and let me know the worst. This is the

:11:13. > :11:17.real Leonard, dolt. The other was but his substitute. The real

:11:17. > :11:20.Leonard, I say, my father's own son. How do I know this? Has he

:11:20. > :11:28."brother" writ large on his brow? I mistrust thy brothers. Thou art but

:11:28. > :11:32.a false jade. Now, Wilfred, be just. Truly I did deceive thee before but

:11:32. > :11:37.it was to save a precious life and to save it, not for me, but for

:11:37. > :11:46.another. They are to be wed this very day. Is not this enough for

:11:46. > :11:56.thee? Come, I am thy Phoebe, thy very own. And we will be wed in a

:11:56. > :11:58.

:11:58. > :12:08.year, or two, or three, at the most. Is not that enough for thee? Phoebe,

:12:08. > :12:11.

:12:11. > :12:19.hast thou heard the brave news? father. I'm nigh mad with joy. Why,

:12:19. > :12:27.what's all this? Oh, father, he discovered our secret thorough my

:12:27. > :12:31.folly, and the price of his silence is Phbe's heart. Oh, dear, no,

:12:31. > :12:34.Phoebe's hand. It's the same thing. Is it? 'Tis a pity, but the Colonel

:12:34. > :12:40.had to be saved at any cost, and as thy folly revealed our secret, thy

:12:40. > :12:44.folly must e'en suffer for it. Dame Carruthers! So this is a plot to

:12:44. > :12:48.shield this arch-fiend, and I have detected it. A word from me and

:12:48. > :12:53.three heads besides his would roll from their shoulders. Nay, Colonel

:12:53. > :13:00.Fairfax is reprieved. Yet, if my complicity in his escape were known.

:13:00. > :13:10.Plague on the old meddler. There's nothing for it. Hush, pretty one,

:13:10. > :13:27.

:13:27. > :13:30.Such bloodthirsty words ill become those cherry lips. Why, look ye,

:13:30. > :13:34.chuck, for many a month I've thought to myself, there's snug

:13:34. > :13:38.love saving up in that middle-aged bosom for some one, and why not for

:13:38. > :13:42.thee - that's me - so take heart and tell her - that's thee - that

:13:42. > :13:45.thou - that's me - lovest her - thee - and - and -well, I'm a

:13:45. > :13:55.miserable old man, and I've done it- and that's me. But not a word

:13:55. > :14:04.

:14:04. > :14:14.about Fairfax. The price of thy silence is - Meryll's heart?

:14:14. > :14:24.

:14:24. > :14:34.Meryll's hand. It's the same thing. # When love's votary

:14:34. > :14:44.

:14:44. > :14:54.# When humanity # Fate all flowery

:14:54. > :14:56.

:14:56. > :15:06.# Fate all flowery # After tarrying

:15:06. > :15:06.

:15:06. > :16:08.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:16:08. > :16:18.# Comes the pretty young bride # Set all thy fears aside

:16:18. > :16:32.

:16:32. > :16:42.# To whom thy lot # Flower of valour is he

:16:42. > :16:42.

:16:42. > :17:31.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:17:31. > :17:41.# Tis said that joy # That, other times

:17:41. > :17:41.

:17:41. > :18:37.Apology for the loss of subtitles for 365 seconds

:18:37. > :18:47.# If this be so # Yes, yes, with happiness

:18:47. > :19:00.

:19:00. > :19:10.# Hold, pretty one! # News, good or ill

:19:10. > :19:29.

:19:29. > :19:34.# And comes to claim his bride # No! No!

:19:34. > :19:38.# Oh, day of terror! Day of tears!

:19:38. > :19:48.# Oh, day of terror! Day of tears!

:19:48. > :19:49.

:19:50. > :19:52.# Claims thee as his bride?

:19:52. > :19:53.# Appears to claim thee as his bride

:19:53. > :19:57.# Day of terror! Day of tears!

:19:57. > :20:07.# Day of terror! Day of tears!

:20:07. > :20:16.

:20:16. > :20:22.# All thought of Leonard Meryll set aside

:20:22. > :20:28.# Thou art mine own! I claim thee as my bride

:20:28. > :20:37.# Thou art his own! Alas! He claims thee as his bride

:20:37. > :20:43.# A suppliant at thy feet I fall

:20:43. > :20:51.# Thine heart will yield to pity's call!

:20:51. > :21:01.# Mine is a heart of massive rock unmoved by sentimental shock!

:21:01. > :21:02.

:21:02. > :21:07.# Thy husband he!

:21:08. > :21:17.# Leonard, my loved one, come to me They bear me hence away!

:21:18. > :21:19.

:21:19. > :21:26.# But though they take me far from thee

:21:27. > :21:33.# My heart is thine for thee!

:21:33. > :21:40.# My bruised heart My broken heart

:21:40. > :21:48.# Is thine, my own, for thee!

:21:48. > :21:54.# Is thine, my own, for thee!

:21:54. > :22:04.# Is thine, my own, for thee!

:22:04. > :22:36.

:22:36. > :22:46.# But ere the fatal hour # That placed me in thy pow'r

:22:46. > :23:18.

:23:19. > :23:28.# With happiness our soul is cloyed # With happiness

:23:28. > :23:38.# With happiness # With happiness

:23:38. > :24:13.

:24:13. > :24:19.# Attend to me # It is sung to the moon

:24:19. > :24:22.# It's a song of a merryman moping mum

:24:22. > :24:26.# Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

:24:26. > :24:29.# Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

:24:29. > :24:34.# As he sighed for the love...

:24:34. > :24:39.# Heighdy! Heighdy! Misery me, lack-a-day-dee!

:24:39. > :24:42.# He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

:24:42. > :24:45.# As he sighed for the love of a lady!

:24:45. > :24:49.# I have a song to sing, O!

:24:49. > :24:57.# What is your song, O?

:24:57. > :25:00.# It is sung with the ring of the song maids sing

:25:00. > :25:04.# Who love with a love life-long, O!

:25:04. > :25:06.# It's the song of a merrymaid nestling near

:25:06. > :25:09.# Who loved her lord but dropped a tear

:25:09. > :25:13.# At the moan of the merryman moping mum

:25:13. > :25:15.# Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

:25:16. > :25:19.# Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

:25:19. > :25:22.# As he sighed for the love of a lady!

:25:22. > :25:28.# Heighdy! Heighdy! Misery me, lack-a-day-dee!

:25:28. > :25:30.# He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

:25:30. > :25:33.# As he sighed for the love of a lady!

:25:33. > :25:36.# Heighdy! Heighdy!

:25:36. > :25:38.# Heighdy! Heighdy! Misery me, lack-a-day-dee!

:25:38. > :25:40.# He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

:25:40. > :25:44.# As he sighed for the love of a lady!

:25:44. > :25:47.# Heighdy! Heighdy!

:25:47. > :25:51.Heighdy! #

:25:51. > :25:59.# Heighdy! Heighdy!

:25:59. > :26:02.# Heighdy! Heighdy!

:26:02. > :26:12.Heighdy! #

:26:12. > :26:17.

:26:17. > :26:27.APPLAUSE

:26:27. > :26:27.

:26:27. > :26:27.Is it? Not

:26:27. > :26:28.Is it? Not quite

:26:28. > :26:30.Is it? Not quite such

:26:30. > :26:38.Is it? Not quite such a happy ending for poor love-lorn Jack

:26:38. > :26:41.Point at the end there, of Gilbert and Sullivan's Yeoman of the Guard.

:26:41. > :26:47.But a wonderful performance by this starry cast, conducted by Jane

:26:47. > :26:50.Glover. Steven Whithman and Wayne Fitzerman, playing the first and

:26:50. > :26:57.second citizens, Mary Bevan singing Kate. Jonathan McGovern and Marcus

:26:57. > :26:59.Farnsworth the First and Second Yeomen. That's Tom Randle who sang

:26:59. > :27:04.Leonard Meryll. Leigh Melrose singing Lieutenant Richard

:27:04. > :27:11.Choldmondeley. Toby Staffrod-Allen - Wilfred Shadbolt That's Heather

:27:11. > :27:15.Shipp, playing Phoebe Meryll. Mark Richardson playing her father. Dame

:27:15. > :27:21.Felicity Palmer playing Dame Carruthers. Andrew Kennedy, Colonel

:27:21. > :27:31.Fairfax. Lisa Milne, who was playing Elsie Maynard. And Mark

:27:31. > :27:39.

:27:39. > :27:49.Ably supported, of course, by the BBC Concert Orchestra and the BBC

:27:49. > :27:49.

:27:49. > :27:55.Singers. And that is Matthew Hamilton the chorus-master of the

:27:55. > :27:59.BBC Singers, being acknowledged by Jane Glover. She's no stranger to

:27:59. > :28:09.appearing in Gilbert and Sullivan. She appeared at university, in a

:28:09. > :28:12.

:28:12. > :28:20.production directed by Mel Smith, won't you know. That's the director,

:28:20. > :28:30.Martin Duncan, and his assistant- director there. All of them

:28:30. > :28:35.

:28:35. > :28:38.enjoying this movement. -- this moment. We will be back as usual on

:28:38. > :28:42.Thursday and Friday with more from the Proms on BBC Four and do join

:28:42. > :28:44.us again on BBC Two next Saturday night for a real Proms treat. The