Silence, you silly girl you know not what you say. You know very well that Colonel Fairfax is a student of alchemy- nothing more, and nothing less but this wicked Tower, like a cruel giant in a fairy-tale, must be fed with blood, and that blood must be the best and bravest in England, or it's not good enough for the old Blunderbore. Aye! if all were beheaded who dealt with him, there'd be busy things on Tower Green. He's the bravest, the handsomest, and the best young gentleman in England! He twice saved my father's life and it's a cruel thing, a wicked thing, and a barbarous thing that so gallant a hero should lose his head- for it's the handsomest head in England!įor dealings with the devil. I fought under him two years since, and he valued his life as it were a feather! 14 in the Cold Harbour that he may have his last hour alone with his confessor and I've to see to that. Poor Colonel Fairfax, who's to die to-day, is to be removed to no. A dozen poor prisoners- Richard Colfax, Sir Martin Byfleet, Colonel Fairfax, Warren the preacher-poet, and half-a-score others- all packed into one small cell, not six feet square. Oh, you are a heartless jade to trifle with the delicate organization of the human interior.ĭOUBLE CHORUS (CROWD and YEOMEN, with Solo 2ND YEOMAN)īusy, aye! the fire in the Beauchamp last night has given me work enough. I don't believe you know what jealousy is! I don't believe you know how it eats into a man's heart-and disorders his digestion- and turns his interior into boiling lead. It was mere politeness to comparative strangers. How unjust you are! Jealous of the words you speak to me! Why, you know as well as I do that I don't even like them. I'm jealous of the very words I speak to you- because they reach your ears- and I mustn't go near 'em! I am! I'm jealous of everybody and everything. Jealous of a man I've never spoken to! Jealous of a poor soul who's to die in an hour! There, I believe you're jealous of him, now. Young and handsome! How do you know he's young and handsome?īecause I've seen him every day for weeks past taking his exercise on the Beauchamp Tower. You're a cruel monster to speak so unfeelingly of the death of a young and handsome soldier. Oh! how I wish he had escaped in the confusion! But take care there's still time for a reply to his petition for mercy.Īh! I'm content to chance that. His master nearly had him last night, when the fire broke out in the Beauchamp> Tower Well, whatever he is, he won't be one for long, for he's to be beheaded to-day for dealings with the devil. Ah! you brought that upon yourself.Ĭolonel Fairfax is not a sorcerer. ![]() I didn't become an assistant-tormentor because I like assistant-tormenting. I didn't become a head-jailer because I like head-jailing. ![]() These allusions to my professional duties are in doubtful taste. Oh yes! Are the birds all caged? The wild beasts all littered down? All the locks, chains, bolts, and bars in good order? Is the Little Ease sufficiently comfortable? The racks, pincers, and thumbscrews all ready for work? Ugh! you brute! Eh! Oh! it's you, is it? You may go away, if you like. Sung or melodiously spoken narration with minimal or no musical accompaniment. Tormentor (Bass/Baritone)ĭaughter of Sergeant Meryll (Mezzo-Soprano)Ī melodic solo song of a reflective nature.Ī song wherein different parts are sung simultaneously by different performers. Sergeant of the Tower Guard (Bass/Baritone)
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