The Bohemian Girl


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Libretto by Alfred BUNN.
Music by Michael William BALFE.

First performance: 27 November 1843, London.

Dramatis Personae:

COUNT Arnheim, governor of Presburg


THADDEUS a proscribed Pole


FLORESTEIN nephew of the count


DEVILSHOOF chief of the gypsies


CAPTAIN of the guard








ARLINE the count's daughter


BUDA her attendant


QUEEN of the gipsies


Nobles, Soldiers, Gipsies, Retainers, Peasants, etc. etc.

Act the first


Scene the first

The chateau and grounds of count Arnheim, on the Danube, near Presburg. On one side, the principal entrance to the castle; opposite is a statue of the emperor, above which a party is employed raising the Austrian flag.

(On the rising of the curtain, the Retainers of Count Arnheim are discovered preparing for the chase.)

[N. 1 - Up with the banner, and down with the slave]


Up with the banner, and down with the slave

who shall dare to dispute the right,

wherever its folds in their glory wave,

of the Austrian eagle's flight;

its pinion flies

free in the skies,

as that of the airy king,

and thro' danger fleets

as heart that beats

beneath his plumed wing.

(After they have fixed the flag, they all come forward.)

Now the foeman lies low, and the battle-field's won,

we may honor in peace what in war we have done.

The stirring chase, the festive board,

the varied charms which each afford,

shall the day and night beguile:

and care shall be drowned in that glass

which nothing on earth can surpass,

but a lovely woman's smile.

Then up with the banner, and down with the slave

who shall dare to dispute the right,

wherever its folds in their glory wave,

of the Austrian eagle's flight.

(At the end of the chorus, Count Arnheim and Florestein enter from chateau (S. E. L.) followed by various neighbouring Nobles, Pages, Huntsmen, etc., and his child, Arline, attended by Buda, etc.)


A soldier's life

has seen of strife,

in all its forms so much,

that no gentler theme,

the world will deem,

a soldier's heart can touch.


(of Retainers)

Hail to the lord of the soil,

his vassal's love is the spoil

that lord delights to share.


(of Hunters)

Away to the hill and glen,

where the hunter's belted men,

with bugles shake the air!

(The Count, after bowing to his friends, sees Arline, and takes her in his arms.)


Ah! who can tell save he who feels,

the care a parent's love reveals,

how dear, fond thing, thou art

to this lone, widowed heart!


Away to the hill and glen,

where the hunter's belted men,

with bugles shake the air!

(During this, a retainer brings down (R.) a rifle to Florestein, who puts it away from him. Count Arnheim exit into chateau. Nobles and Hunters ascend rocks and exeunt. Arline petitions Buda to let her accompany them, and goes off by a footpath, at side of rocks, with her and Florestein.)

(Enter Thaddeus, breathless and exhausted, in a state of great alarm.)


A guard of Austrian soldiers are on my track, and I can no longer elude their vigilance. An exile from my wretched country, now a prey to the inveterate invader, my only hope is in some friendly shelter.

(Sees the statue of the emperor.)

Ah! that tells me I am here on the very threshold of our enemies!


Without a country, without a home, without friends, and without fortune! ~ Oh, what will become of the proscribed orphan, Thaddeus of Poland!

[N. 2 - Cavatina: 'Tis sad to leave our father-land]


'Tis sad to leave our fatherland,

and friends you loved there well,

to wander on a stranger strand,

where friends but seldom dwell.

Yet, hard as are such ills to bear,

and deeply though they smart,

their pangs are light to those who are

the orphans of the heart!

Oh! if there were one gentle eye,

to weep when I might grieve,

one bosom to receive the sigh,

which sorrow oft will heave,

one heart the ways of life to cheer,

though rugged they might be,

no language can express how dear

that heart would be to me!

(At the end of song, a troop of Gipsies, headed by Devilshoof, their leader, suddenly appear (R. H.) and are about to seize and rob Thaddeus, but presuming, by his dress, that he is a soldier, they stop and examine him.)

[N. 3 - In the gipsy's life you may read]


In the gipsy's life you may read

the life that all would like to lead:

through the wide world to rove,

be it sunny, or drear,

with but little to love,

and still less to fear:

sometimes under roof, and sometimes thrown

where the wild wolf makes his lair,

for he who's no home to call his own

will find a home somewhere.

'Tis the maxim of man,

what's another's to claim;

then to keep all he can,

and we do the same!

Thus a habit once, 'tis custom grown,

and ev'ry man will take care,

if he has'nt a home to call his own,

to find a home somewhere.


The sight of these wanderers has inspired me with a project.

(To Devilshoof.)

Your manner and habit please me. I should like to join your band. I am young, strong, and have, I hope, plenty of courage.


Who are you?


One without money, without home, and without hope.


You're just the fellow for us, then!


(who is on the lookout on rock)

Soldiers are coming this way.


'Tis me they are in search of.


Indeed! then they'll be cunning if they find you.

(In a moment they strip the soldier's dress off Thaddeus, and as they are putting a gipsy's frock, etc., over him, a roll of parchment, with seal attached, falls at the feet of Devilshoof, who seizes it.)


What's this?


My commission! It is the only thing I possess on earth, and I will never part with it.

(He snatches and conceals it in his bosom, and has just time to mix himself with the Gipsies, when a body of the emperor's Soldiers enter in pursuit.)


(scrutinizing Gipsies)

Have you seen anyone pass this way ~ any stranger?


No one ~ stay ~ yes, a young Polish soldier ran by just now, and passed up those rocks.


That's him ~ thanks, friend! ~ forward!

(Exeunt Soldiers up rocks.)


Comrade your hand,

we understand

each other in a breath.

(Shaking his hand.)

This grasp secures

its owner yours

in life, and until death.


Long as it hold,

with friendly fold,

mine shall cling to it.


By death he means, but

if ther's a throat to cut,

why you must do it!


In the gipsy's life you may read

the life that all would like to lead.


My wants are few ~


Want we ne'er knew

but what we could supply.


Then what is worse

I have no purse ~


We nothing have to buy.


My heart 'twill wring ~


That is a thing

in which we never deal.


But all I need ~


'Twere best indeed

to borrow, beg, or steal.


In the gipsy's life you may read

the life that all would like to lead.



Then rest ye here while we

explore each spot, and see

what luck there is in store.


The scenes and days to me,

which seemed so blest to be,

no time can e'er restore.


Oh, what is the worth of the richest man's wealth,

which the chances are likely he came to by stealth,

unless he can rove abroad in the free air,

as free as are we, from all sorrow and care.

(All exeunt R. - Loud shouts and alarms are heard, which become more and more distinct, when a body of Huntsmen are seen to cross the trees over the rocks, etc. and exeunt by the path where Arline, etc., went off. Alarms continue, when Florestein rushes in, apparently frightened to death.)

[N. 4 - Song: Is no succour near at hand?]


Is no succour near at hand?

For my intellect so reels,

I am doubtful if I stand

on my head or on my heels.

No gentleman, it's very clear,

such shocks should ever know,

and when I once become a peer,

they shall not treat me so!

Then let ev'ry vassal arm,

for my thanks he well deserves,

who from this state of alarm,

will protect my shattered nerves!

To think that one unused to fear,

such a fright should ever know,

but let them make me once a peer,

they shall not treat me so!

(At the end of song, Thaddeus and Peasantry rush in, evincing the greatest state of alarm and terror.)


What means this alarm?


The count's child and her attendant have been attacked by an infuriated animal, and are probably killed ere this!


What do I hear?

(He perceives the rifle that Florestein has left on the stage, utters an exclamation, seizes it, runs up the rocks, aims, fires, and instantly rushes off. The discharge of the rifle, and the alarm of the peasantry, bring Count Arnheim and his party to the spot. Devilshoof enters at one side, at the same time watching.)


Whence proceed these sounds of fear, and where is my darling child?

(All maintain a painful silence, when Thaddeus is seen rushing in, conveying Arline, who is wounded in the arm, and seems faint.)


(falling at the Count's feet)

We were pursued by the wild deer they were chasing, and, but for the bravery of this young man,

(pointing to Thaddeus)

the life of your child would have been sacrificed.


(clasping his child in his arms)

Praised be providence! her life is saved, for she is all that renders mine happy. (Looking at her arm, then addressing Buda) Let her wound have every attention, though it presents no sign of danger.

(Buda goes into the castle with Arline, and Count Arnheim advances to Thaddeus.)


Stranger, accept the hand of one who, however different to you in station, can never sufficiently thank you for the service you have rendered him.



First to serve, and then be thanked by the persecutor of his country. The fellow's mad!


I trust you will remain, and join the festivities we are about to indulge in; and 'twill gratify me to know how I can be useful to you.


I thanks your lordship; but ~


(to the nobles)

Pray, my friends, join your entreaties to mine.

(Here the Nobles all surround the Count and Thaddeus; and Florestein, coming up to him, says ~)


I am extremely obliged to you for not shooting me as well as my little cousin ~ and I beg you'll ~ aw ~ stay. ~


A very common sort of personage, apparently.


(to the Count)

Be it as your lordship wishes.


Then be seated, friends, and let the fête begin.

(They all seat themselves at the tables which have previuosly been laid, in the O.P. opposite the Castle. Thaddeus takes his seat at the farther end. Florestein occupying a prominent position. When they are seated, a variety of dances are introduced, during which Buda is seen at one of the windows holding on her knee the child, whose arm is bound up. At the termination of the dancing, the Count rises.)


I ask you to pledge but once, and that is, to the health and long life of your emperor.

(Here the guests fill their glasses, rise, and turning toward the statue of the emperor drink, while the Peasantry surround it respectfully. Thaddeus alone keeps his seat, on perceiving which, Florestein goes up to the Count and points it out to him.)


Your new acquaintance, my dear uncle, is not overburthened with politeness or loyalty, for he neither fills his glass, nor fulfills your wishes.


(Filling a glass and going up to Thaddeus.)

I challenge you to empty this to the health of our emperor.


(Taking the glass.)

I accept the challenge, and thus I empty the goblet.

(Goes up to the statue and throws down the glass with the utmost contempt. A general burst of indignation follows. Chorus of guests, rising, drawing their swords, and rushlng toward Thaddeus.)

[N. 5 - Down with the daring slave]


(rising, drawing their swords and rushing towards Thaddeus)

Down with the daring slave,

who disputes the right

of a people's delight,

and would their anger brave!


(to the Nobles and Guests, interposing between them and Thaddeus)

Although 'tis vain to mask

the rage such act demands,

forgive me if I ask

his pardon at your hands;

if from your wrath I venture to have craved

the life of one, my more than life who saved.

(to Thaddeus)

Stranger, I answer not

one moment for your life;

quit, while you may, a spot

where you have raised a strife.

Your longer presence will more excite,

and this will the service you did me requite.

(Throws Thaddeus a purse of gold.)

(Devilshoof rushes in.)


Where is the hand will dare to touch

one hair of a head I prize so much?

(Taking the hand of Thaddeus.)

(to Count)

That pulse of pride you boast

within me beats as high,

you and your titled host,

proud lord I do defy.


(aside, with a glass in one hand, and a leg of a bird in the other)

Upon my life 'tis most unpleasant,

just as one had attacked a pheasant.

(Thaddeus who has taken up the purse, and seeing himself and Devilshoof surrounded by the Nobles and Guests, throws the purse at the Count's feet.)


Take back your gold, and learn to know

one ~ above aught you can bestow.


(of Nobles etc.)

Down with the daring slave

who would our fury brave.


Stand back ye craven things,

who dares obstruct our path,

upon his rashness brings

the vengeance of of my wrath.

(Devilshoof defending Thaddeus retreats, pressed upon by the Nobles, Guests, etc., when the Count orders a party of his Retainers to divide them, they seize Devilshoof, and take him into the castle.)


(As they are dragging him off.)

Tho' meshed by numbers in the yoke

of one by all abhor'd,

yet tremble worthless lord,

at the vengeance you thus provoke.


Down with the daring slave

who would our fury brave.

Stand back ye craven things,

who dares obstruct our path,

upon his rashness brings

the vengeance of my wrath.

(Devilshoof defending Thaddeus retreats, pressed upon by the Nobles, Guests, etc., when the Count orders a party of his retainers to divide them, they seize Devilshoof and take him into the castle.)


(as they are dragging him off)

Tho' meshed by numbers in the yoke

of one by all abhorr'd,

yet trmble worthless lord,

at the vengeance you thus provoke.


Down with the daring slave,

who would our fury brave.

(Devilshoof is dragged off into the castle, the Count, Nobles, etc., reseat themselves, when other dances are introduced, and the festival contiues; Buda is seen to leave the window at which she has been seated with Arline, and she enters and converses with the Count. In the midst of the most joyous movements of the dance Devilshoof is seen descending from the roof of the castle until he reaches the window of Arline's chamber, into which he is seen to enter, and to shut it immediately. Buda then enters the castle, and in a minute afterward the festivities are interrupted by a violent shrieking, the window is thrown open, and Buda, pale, and with dishevelled hair, signifies by gestures that Arline has disappeared.)

[N. 6 - What sounds break on the air?]


What sounds break on the air?

What looks of wild despair

a grief as wild impart?


My child! that word alone

with agonizing tone

bursts in upon my heart!

(Count and Nobles dash into the castle, a general movement of all - some are seen at the window of Arline's chamber, signifying that she is gone.)


Be every hand prepared

their liege lord's halls to guard,

and with devotion whose bond

all ties is beyond.


(kneeling, and appearing greatly alarmed)

Why what with dancing, screaming, fighting,

one really is a shocking plight in,

and it puzzles quite one's wit

to find a place to pick a bit.

(The Count rushes from the castle, dragging Buda and followed by Nobles. Buda, trembling, falls on her knees.)


Wretch! Monster! give me back

the treasure of my soul;

the treasure of my soul!

Go ~ all ~ the spoiler's footsteps track

that treasured prize who stole.

But no, vain hope! unless we pray to him

who healeth all sorrow, with suppliant limb.


Thou, who in might supreme,

o'er the fate of all reignest,

thou, who hope's palest beam

in the mourner sustainest!

Vouchsafe to lend an ear

to the grief of the wailer,

cut short the dark career

of the ruthless assailer.

(During the prayer, Devilshoof is seen climbing up the rocks with Arline in his arms.)

[N. 7 - Follow, follow with heart and with arm]


Follow, follow with heart and with arm,

follow, follow and shelter from harm

the pride of Arnheim's line,

where all its hopes entwine.

Follow, follow

o'er brake and through hollow!

Climb the hill, ford the stream,

high in air weapons gleam!

Dash through where danger lies!

Danger ~ aye, death, despise!

To save let all combine

the pride of Arnheim's line.

(At the most animated part of the chorus, bodies of Gentry, Retainers, Servants, etc., are seen rushing toward the rocks, and over every part, in pursuit of Devilshoof who perceiving his situation, knocks away, the moment he has crossed it, the trunk of the tree, which serves as a bridge between the two rocks, and thus bars their passage. Count Arnheim in his distraction is about to throw himself into the gulph - he is held back by attendants into whose arms he falls senseless. Some are in attitude of prayer - others menace Devilshoof, who folding Arline in his large cloack, disappears in the depths of the forest.)

End of the first act.

Act the second

(Note. - Twelve years are supposed to elapse between the first and second act.)

Scene the first

Street in Presburg, by moonlight. - Tent of the Queen of the gipsies, large curtains at the back - it is lighted by a lamp. On the opposite side of the stage are houses - one of which, a hotel, is lighted up. Arline is discovered asleep on a tiger's skin - Thaddeus is watching over her. As the curtain rises a Patrol of the city guard marches by, and as soon as they are gone off, Devilshoof and a party of Gipsies, wrapped in cloaks, suddenly appear.

[N. 8 - Silence! silence! ~ the lady moon]


Silence! silence! ~ the lady moon

is the only witness now awake,

and weary of watching, perchance she soon

to sleep will herself betake.

Silence! silence! from her throne in air

she may look on and listen, for aught we care;

but if she attend unto our behest,

she will quietly go to her rest.



There's a deed to do whose gains

will reward the risk and pains ~

(The Gipsies all draw their daggers, and appear delighted.)

Fie! fie! to a gentleman when you appeal,

you may draw his purse without drawing your steel;

with bows, and politeness, and with great respect,

you may take more than he can at first detect.

(Pointing to the lighted windows of the hotel.)

See, where in goblets deep

what sense they have, they sleep ~

watch here! and the goglet's foam

will make each an easy prey!

Silence! silence! this way, this way!

(As the gipsies retire up the stage, Florestein staggers out of the hotel - he is elegantly dressed with chain, rings, etc., and a rich medallion round his neck.)

[N. 9 - Wine! wine! if I am heir]


Wine! wine! if I am heir

to the count ~ my uncle's ~ line, ~


where's the fellow ~ will dare

to refuse his nephew ~ wine?


That moon there, staring me on my way,

can't be as modest as people say,

for meet whom she will, and in whatever spot,

she often looks on, at what she ought not.

Wine! wine! wine!

(The Gipsies have by this time advanced and Devilshoof goes politely up to Florestein.)


My ear caught not the clock's last chime,

and I beg to ask the time?


(reels, recovers a little, and after eyeing Devilshoof)


If the bottle has prevail'd,

yet whenever I'm assail'd,

though there may be nothing in it,

I am sobered in a minute. ~

(to Devilshoof)

You are really so polite,

(pulling out his watch)

that 'tis late into the night


(Taking the watch and putting it in his fob.)

You are very kind ~ can it really be!

Are you sure it is so late?


(assuming courage)

May I beg to ask ~ ?


I am griev'd to see

any one in such a state,

and will gladly take the utmost care

of the rings and chains you chance to wear.

(Taking from Florestein his rings, chain, and the rich medallion.)

(Florestein draws his sword.)


What I thought was politeness, is downright theft,

and at this rate I soon shall have nothing left.

(At a sign from Devilshoof the Gipsies instantly surround Florestein, and take every valuable from him.)


Advance with caution, let ev'ry man

seize on and keep whatever he can.

(During the chorus, Devilshoof makes off with the medallion, and the others are dividing the rest of the spoil, when a female appears in the midst of them, drops her cloak, and discovers their Queen. The Gipsies appear stupefied.)


To him, from whom you stole,

surrender back the whole.

(The Gipsies return the different things to Florestein.)


(trembling and looking over the things)

Thanks madam, ~ lady ~ but might I request

a medallion in diamonds, worth all the rest.

(At a sign from the Queen, who seems to command its restitution)


(of Gipsies)

On our chieftain's share we ne'er encroach,

and he fled with that prize at your approach.


(to Florestein)

Be your safety my care ~



I'm in precious hands.


(to Gipsies)

Follow, and list to your queen's commands.


Yes, we will list to our queen's commands.

(Exeunt Queen holding Florestein all of a tremble, in one hand, and beckoning the Gipsies to follow with the other. As soon as they have gone off, Arline who has been awakened by the noise comes, from the tent, followed by Thaddeus.)


Where have I been wandering in my sleep? and what curious noise awoke me from its pleasant dream? Ah, Thaddeus, you would not like to know my dream! well, I will tell it you.

[N. 10 - I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls]

The gipsy girl's dream.


I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,

with vassals and serfs at my side,

and of all who assembled within those walls

that I was the hope and the pride.

I had riches too great to count ~ could boast

of a high ancestral name

and I also dream'd, which charm'd me most

(taking both his hands in hers)

that you lov'd me still the same.

I dreamt that suitors besought my hand,

that knights upon bended knee

and with vows no maiden heart could withstand,

that they pledged their faith to me.

And I dream'd that one of that noble host

came forth my hand to claim;

yet I also dream'd which charm'd me most

that you lov'd me still the same.

(At the end of the ballad, Thaddeus presses Arline to his heart.)


And do you love me still?


More than life itself.


Yet is there a mystery between our affections and their happiness that I would fain unravel.

(pointing to her arm)

The mark on this arm which I have seen you so often contemplate, is the key to that mystery. By the love you say you bear me, solve it.



(taking her hand and pointing to the mark)

That wound upon thine arm,

whose mark through life will be,

in saving thee from greater harm

was there transfixed by me.


By thee?


E'er on thy gentle head

thy sixth sun had its radiance shed,

a wild deer who had lain at bay

pursued by hunters crossed the way,

but slaying him I rescued thee,

and in his death throes agony

that tender frame by his antler gor'd,

this humble arm to thy home restor'd.


Strange feelings move this breast

it never knew before,

and bid me here implore

that you reveal the rest.

[N. 11 - The secret of her birth]



The secret of her birth

to me is only known,

the secret of a life whose worth

I prize beyond my own.


The secret of my birth

to him is only known,

the secret of a life whose worth,

I prize beyond my own.


Speak, tell me ~ ease my tortur'd heart,

and that secret evil, or good impart.


I will tell thee, although the words may sever

one who so loves thee, from thy love for ever.



Where is the spell hath yet effaced

the first fond lines that love hath traced,

and after years have but imprest

more deep in love's confiding breast.


And yet few spells have e'er effaced

the first fond lines that love hath traced,

and after years have but imprest

more deep in love's confiding breast.

(At the end of the duet, Thaddeus throws himself, in an ecstasy, at the feet of Arline, and is bathing her hand with kisses, when the back curtains of the tent are withdrawn, and the Queen appears, pale and trembling with passion.She advances toward Arline, and pointing to Thaddeus -)


And dare you aspire to the love of him who possesses the heart of your queen?


I possess his heart, and will yield the possession to no one. He is the savior of my life, and the only friend I have in all the tribe: he has sworn how much he loves me.


Loves you !


Yes; let him speak for himself, and choose between us.


Be it so.

(Thaddeus, who has been anxiously watching the two, here runs and embraces Arline. She surveys the Queen with an air of triumph.)


(to the Queen)

I made no idle boast.

(then to Thaddeus)

Summon our comrades hither.

(The Queen is standing in the center, while Thaddeus calls the Gipsies together, who enter on all sides and surround the Queen, and appear to ask what is going on.)

Concerted piece.


Listen, while I relate

the hope of a gipsy's fate;

I am loved by one, by one I love

all other hearts above,

and the sole delight to me

(Taking the hand of Thaddeus.)

is with him united to be.

[N. 12 - Happy and light of heart be those]


Happy and light of heart be those

who in each bosom, one faith repose!



(maliciously pointing to the Queen)

A rival's hate you may better tell

by her rage than by her tears,

and it, perchance, may be as well,

to set them both by the ears.

(To the Queen.)

As queen of the tribe, 'tis yours by right,

the hands of those you rule to unite.


(To the Queen, who draws back and hestitates.)

In love and truth, by thee

their hands united be.


(Partly inclining in supplication.)

A rival no more, but a subject see,

asking thy blessing on bended knee.


(Rising her.)

Debase not thyself, but rather lose

the boon, and a fate less wayward choose.


(Urging the Queen.)

In love and truth, by thee

their hands united be.


(Haughtily advancing and taking the hands of Arline and Thaddeus.)

Hand to hand, and heart to heart,

who shall those I've united part?

By the spell of my sway,

part them who may.

(Joining their hands.)


Happy and light of heart are those

who in each bosom faith repose!

(During this scene the stage has been growing somewhat lighter.)

(Gipsy enters.)


Morning is beginning to dawn, and crowds of people are already flocking towards the fair: the sports begin with daylight.


Summon the rest of the tribe, and meet me forthwith in the public square.

(To devilshoof.)

Do you remain to bear my further orders.

(Exeunt Thaddeus and Arline hand in hand, followed by the other Gipsies repeating chorus.)



This is thy deed ~ seek not to assuage

my jealous fear, a rival's rage.


I neither fear nor seek to calm ~


(aside to Devilshoof)

Revenge is the wounded bosom's balm,

that jewel with which thou hast dared to deck

thy foredoomed neck,

answer me ~ where didst thou get it ~ where?


'Twas entrusted to my care.


This very night, on this very spot

thy soul for once its fears forgot,

and a drunken galliard who cross'd thy way,

became thy prey ~


Fiend born, 'twere vain to fly

the glance of her searching eye!



Down on thy knee and that gem restore

e'en in thy shame amazed,

or long years of sin, shall deplore

the storm which thou hast rais'd.



It best might be the prize to restore,

much as I seem amaz'd,

or hereafter I may deplore

the storm which I have rais'd.


(Kneeling and presenting the medallion to the Queen.)

Queen, I obey.


'Tis the wisest thing

thy coward heart could do.

(Takes medallion.)



Who from my grasp such prize could wring,

the doing it may rue.


Depart, and join the rest.


I do thy high behest ~




The wrongs we forgive not and cannot forget,

will the edge of our vengeance more sharply whet.


The wrongs we forgive not and cannot forget,

will the edge of our vengeance more sharply whet.

(Exeunt the Queen and Devilshoof at separate sides.)

Scene the second

Another street in Presburg. Daylight. Enter Arline in a fanciful dress, followed by a troop of Gipsies. She has a tambourine in her hand.

[N. 13 - In the gipsies' life you may read]


In the gipsies' life you may read

the life that all would like to lead.



Come with the gipsy bride!

And repair

to the fair,

where the mazy dance

will the hours entrance,

where souls as light preside!

Life can give nothing beyond

one heart you know to be fond,

wealth with its hoards cannot buy

the peace content can supply:

rank in its halls cannot find

the calm of a happy mind. ~

So repair

to the fair,

and they all may be met with there. ~

Love is the first thing to clasp,

but if he escape your grasp,

friendship will then be at hand,

in the young rogue's place to stand;

hope too will be nothing loath

to point out the way to both!

So repair

to the fair,

and they all may be met with there!


In the gipsies' life you read,

the life that all would like to lead.

Scene the third

A grand fair in the public plaatz of Presburg. On one side a large hotel over which is inscribed "The Hall of Justice". Various groups of Gentry, Soldiers, Citizens, Peasantry, cover the stage. Foreign shops are seen in various parts, curious Rope-dancers, Showmen, Waxwork, a quack Doctor, Exhibitions, etc., etc., are dispersed here and there. Flags hung out of the windows, and ringing of bells, enliven the scene.

[N. 14 - Life itself is, at the best]


Life itself is, at the best

one scene in mask of folly drest;

and there is no part of its wild career

but you will meet with here!

To these symbols of life your voices swell

vive la masque, et vive la bagatelle.

(At the end of the chorus, and during the symphony, a movement is perceived at the further end of the place, which is followed by the entrance of a double party of men Gipsies, headed by Devilshoof and Thaddeus who force a passage down the center of the stage, which they occupy; they then open their ranks, when another file of female Gipsies headed by their Queen and Arline, pass down them. Florestein and a party are seen watching them with great curiosity.)



From the valleys and hills

where the sweetest buds grow,

and are watered by rills

which are purest that flow,

come we! come we!


Light of heart, fleet of foot, reckless of slight or gibe,

who can compare with the free happy gipsy tribe!

(During this, some of the Gipsies have been enacting characteristic dances, when Arline carrying a flower basket in her hand, glides round to the assembled company and sings.)



Sir knight, and lady, listen!

That bright eye seems to glisten

(To a lady.)

as if his trusted tale

did o'er they sense prevail!

(To another - pointing to her heart.)

Pretty maiden take care, take care,

love is making havoc there,

what havoc love maketh there!

(To a third - pointing to a ring on her finger.)

And this token, from love you borrow,

is the prelude of many a sorrow:

there are those who have lived, who knew

the gipsy's words are true!


(As the dance of other gipsies continues.)

Light of heart, fleet of foot, reckless of slight or gibe,

who can compare with the free happy gipsy tribe!

(At the end of the dance and chorus Count Arnheim and some Officers of state enter; his hair has become grey, his step is slow, and his appearance is that of sorrow. He is accosted by Florestein.)


My dear uncle, it delights me to see you amongst us, and here is a little gipsy girl that would delight you still more,


if you had my blood in your veins: she's positively a charming creature.


I have lost the taste of joy, and the sight of youth and beauty recalls to my memory that treasure of both, my loved and lost Arline.

(He gazes attentively at Arline, sighs heavily, then exits with his retinue into the Hall of Justice.)


(to a party of his friends)

It's no use restraining me ~ I'm positively smitten. (Breaks from them and goes up to Arline.) Fair creature, your manner has enchanted me, and I would take a lesson from you.


Of politeness, sir? By all means: to begin, then, whenever you address a lady, take your hat off.


Very smart

(with a titter)

'pon my word, very smart. Your naivetè only increases the feelings of admiration and devotion which a too susceptible heart ~


(bursting out laughing)

Ha! ha! ha!


Your indifference will drive me to despair.


Will it really?


Do not mock me, but pity my too susceptible nature, and let me print one kiss upon ~

(Here Arline gives him a violent slap on the face; the Queen, who has gone up the stage with Thaddeus, now brings him on one side and points out the situation of Arline and Florestein, he is about to rush upon Florestein just as Arline has slapped his face; on receiving it, he turns round and finds himself between the two, and both are laughing in his face.)


(eyeing Florestein)

It is the very person from whom they stole the trinkets, I made them give back again.

(Taking the medallion from her bosom.)

This too is his, and now my project thrives.

(Florestein turns up the stage to join his party, and the Queen crosses to Arline.)

You have acted well your part, and thus your Queen rewards you.

(Places the medallion around her neck.)

Forget not the hand that gave it.


(kneeling, and kissing the Queen's hand)

Let this bespeak my gratitude.


And now let our tribe depart.

(Chorus and dance repeated, and the Gipsies are all about to march off. Thaddeus and Arline bringing up the rear of their body; and as they are going off Florestein, who with his friends has been watching their departure, perceives his medallion on the neck of Arline - he breaks through the crowd and stops her - she and Thaddeus come forward.)


Though you treated me so lightly some moments past, you will not do so now. That medallion is mine, my friends here recognize it.


We do, we do.

(Here Devilshoof is seen to steal off.)


And I accuse you of having stolen it.


Stolen! It was this instant given me by our Queen, and she is here to verify my words.

(Arline runs about looking everywhere for the Queen.)


That's an every day sort of subterfuge.

(to the crowd)

Worthy people and friends, that medallion on her neck belongs to me, and I accuse her or her accomplices of having robbed me.

Concerted piece.


(of populace surrounding Arline)

Shame! shame! let us know the right,

and shame on the guilty one light!


(rushing before Arline to shield her)

He who a hand on her would lay,

through my heard must force his way.


Tear them asunder, but still protect

until they can prove, what they but suspect.

(Florestein who has during this movement entered the Hall of Justice, is now seen returning, followed by a strong Guard who file off on each side of the steps.)

[N. 15 - To the hall, to the hall]


(To Captain of the guard, pointing at Arline.)

There stands the culprit, on you I call

conduct her away to the hall ~ to the hall.

(Arline looks at him with great contempt; the Gipsies perceiving her danger range themselves around her. Thaddeus breaks from those who are holding him, and rushes up to her. Florestein has got behind the Captain of the guard, who gives orders for his body to seize Arline, upon which the Gipsies draw their daggers, a conflict ensues in which the Guard maintains possession of Arline, a body of the populace reseige Thaddeus, and the Gipsies are routed.)



They who would brave the law,

against themselves but draw

the aid of which they stood in need,

and aggravate their guilty deed.


Now it is with the law,

I beg leave to withdraw,

a glass of wine I greatly need

for it has hurt my nerves indeed.


Free me, or else the law

upon your heads you draw,

it's aid you may live to need,

who smile upon this daring deed.


If ye dare brave the law,

upon your heads ye draw

the aid of which ye stand in need,

and aggavate their guilty deed.


Why should we fear the law,

or all the arms you draw,

while of our aid she stands in need,

and guiltless is of such a deed?

(Arline is conducted by a file of the guard, led by the Captain, and preceded by Florestein and his party into the Hall of Justice, the people follow in a mass, while Thaddeus is detained by those who first seized him, and as Arline is going up the steps, the figure of the Queen is seen, in an attitude of triumph over her rival's fall.)

Scene the fourth

Interior of Count Arnheim's apartment in the Hall of Justice - a view of the last scene visible through one of the windows at the back. A full-length portrait of Arline, as she was in the first act, hangs on the wall - state chairs, etc - an elevation or dais on the O.P. side.

(Count Arnheim enters thoughtful and dejected; he contemplates Arline's portrait, and wipes the tears from his eye.)


Whate'er the scenes the present hour calls forth before the sight,

they lose their splendor when compared with scenes of past delight.

[N. 16 - The heart bow'd down by weight of woe]



The heart bow'd down by weight of woe

to weakest hope will cling,

to thought and impulse while they flow,

that can no comfort bring,

that can, that can no comfort bring.

With those exciting scenes will blend

o'er pleasure's pathway thrown,

but mem'ry is the only friend,

that grief can call its own.

The mind will in its worst despair

still ponder o'er the past,

on moments of delight that were

too beautiful to last.

To long departed years extend

its visions with them flown;

for mem'ry is the only friend

that grief can call its own.

(At the end of the song, a confused noise is heard outside, when the Captain of the guard enters.)


A robbery has been committed, and the accused is now in the hall awaiting the pleasure of your lordship, as chief magistrate of the city, for examination.


Bring the parties before me. (The Captain arranges the magisterial chair O.P., bows and exits) Anything to arouse me from these distracting thoughts, though the sole happiness I now enjoy is in the recollection of my long-lost child.

(Seats himself, when the doors are violently opened, and a mob of Citizens, Guards and Gentry enter. Florestein, who is in the midst of them, instantly rushes up to the Count.)


It is your lordship's nephew - I, who have been robbed!


Some folly of yours is forever compromising my name and that of your family.


But I am in this instance the victim - I have been robbed, and there stands the culprit

(Pointing to Arline standing in the centre, pale and with dishevelled hair, but still haughty in her demeanour.)



'Tis she I saw but now in the public square. That girl, so young, so beautiful, commit a robbery, Impossible!


She stole this medallion belonging to me - we found it upon her.


(addressing Arline)

Can this be true?


(looking contemptuously at Florestein, and turning with dignity to the Count)

Heaven knows I am innocent, and if your lordship knew my heart, you would not deem me guilty.



Her words sink deep into my breast. Childless myself, I fain would spare the child of another.

(To Florestein.)

What proofs have you of this?


(pointing to his friends)

My witnesses are here, who all can swear they saw it on her neck.


We can.


Still does my mind misgive me.

(To Arline, in a kind tone.)

My wish is to establish your innocence - explain this matter to me, and without fear.


That medallion was given to me by the queen of the tribe to which I belong - how it came into her possession, I know not! but a light breaks in upon me - I see it all - I chanced to incur her displeasure, and to revenge herself upon me, she has laid for me this shameless snare, into which I have innocently fallen, and of which I have become the victim.

(Hidings her face in her hands and weeping.)


(with a struggle)

I believe your tale, and from my heart I pity the inexperience which has led to the ruin of one, who seems above the grade of those she herds with - but in the fulfillment of duty I must compromise the feelings of nature, and I am forced to deliver you into the hands of justice.


(to the Count)

To you my earthly, to him, my heavenly judge, I reassert my innocence. I may be accused, but will not be degraded, and from the infamy with which I am unjustly threatened, thus I free myself.

(She draws a dagger from beneath her scarf, and is about to stab herself, when Count Arnheim rushes forward, seizes her arm, and wrests the dagger from her.)

[N. 17 - Hold! hold! / We cannot give the life we take]



Hold! hold!

We cannot give the life we take,

nor reunite the heart we break,

sad thing ~

(Taking the hand of Arline, and suddenly seeing the wound on her arm.)

what visions round me rise,

and cloud, with mists of the past, mine eyes?

That mark! those features! and thy youth!

(Dragging Arline forward, and in great agitation.)

My very life hangs on thy truth. ~

How came that mark?


(Recollecting Thaddeus's words.)

E'er on my head

my sixth sun had its radiance shed,

a wild deer, who had lain at bay,

pursued by hunters, cross'd my way;

my tender frame, by his antler gor'd,

an humble youth to my home restor'd:

the tale he but this day confess'd,

and is near at hand to relate the rest.

(Here a tumult is heard and Thaddeus, having escaped from those who confined him, breaks into the room, and rushes into the arms of Arline. The Count, on seeing him, reels back. General excitement prevails.)


With the force of fear and hope

my feelings have to cope!


(Approaching the Count and pointing to Thaddeus, who starts on beholding him.)

'Tis he the danger brav'd;

'tis he my life who saved.



(Seizing Arline in his arms in a transport of joy.)

Mine own, my long-lost child!

Oh, seek not to control

this frantic joy, this wild

delirium of my soul!

Bound in a father's arms,

and pillow'd upon his breast,

bid all the rude alarms

that assail'd thy feelings, rest.

(Count clasps Arline to his heart - kisses her head, hands, hair, and shedding tears of joy.)


(Bewildered starts from the Count and runs to Thaddeus.)

Speak ~ speak! this shaken frame,

this doubt, this torture, see. ~

My hopes ~ my very life ~ my fame

depend on thee.


(Pointing to Count Arnheim, with deep emotion. Aside)

Dear as thou long hast been,

dear as thou long wilt be,

mourned as this passing scene

will be through life by me,

though his heart, and none other, like mine can adore thee,



thou art not deceiv'd ~ 'tis thy father before thee!

(Arline staggers, and then rushes into the Count's arms.)



Prais'd be the will of heav'n

whose light on them smil'd,

and whose bounty hath giv'n

the father his child!


Prais'd be the will of heav'n

whose light o'er me smil'd,

and whose bounty hath giv'n

a father his child!


Prais'd be the will of heav'n

whose light o'er me smil'd,

and whose bounty hath giv'n

a father his child!


Though from this bosom riv'n,

that heart is beguil'd,

the bereavement hath giv'n

the father his child!

(Thaddeus hides his face in his hands much moved.)


(Suddenly emerging from the crowd and dragging Thaddeus away.)

Better to go now 'ere driv'n,

than e'er be revil'd,

for the bounty thus hath giv'n

the father his child!


Prais'd be the will of heav'n!

whose light on them smil'd,

and whose bounty hath giv'n

the father his child!

End of the second act.

Act the third
Scene the first

A splendid saloon in the castle of Count Arnheim. On the ground floors, a large window at the back opening on the park. On the O.P. side, the door of a small cabinet, doors at the back, leading into spacious galleries.

(Enter Arline, elegantly dressed for a ball.)


The past appears to me but a dream, from which I have at length awoken. Yet my heart recalls enough to convince me it was all reality. When I think of the wandering life I led, my memory will revert to him who in every trial preserved its honor, who twice restored me to a father's arms, and at length to a father's home.

(Count Arnheim enters with Florestein - Arline runs into his arms.)


Every moment you leave me is a moment of unhappiness. I am jealous of whatever divides us, short as may be the interval. On a night of so much joy, when so many friends are to assemble and participate in your father's delight, let me intercede for one you have too much cause to be angry with.


(averting her head)

The very sight of him disturbs me.

(To the Count.)

The wishes of my dear father, I would cheerfully comply with, but the repugnance I cannot overcome. -


(falling on his knee)

Fair cousin, let me plead my own cause, and express the - aw - sorrow I really feel at having for an instant believed it possible - - in fact, I never in reality - -

(Enter A servant.)

What the devil do you want at such a critical part of one's conversation?

(Servant crosses to the Count.)


The castle is filling with guests who inquire for your lordship.



(to Arline)

Let us hasten to meet them, and afford me the joy of making you known to all.


Allow me but time to fortify myself for a ceremony I am a stranger to, and I will follow you.


That is but reasonable, uncle - I will live in hopes of my cousin's forgiveness, which can alone restore my – peace - of mind. (aside) I shall positively expire if I don't lead off the first quadrille with her.

(Exeunt Count and Florestein.)


I am once more left to my thoughts, and all the deep regrets which accompany them, nothing can drive the recollection of Thaddeus from my mind, and the lonely life I led, was to me far happier than the constrained one I now pass; and the graceful dress of the gipsy girl becomes me more than all this gaudy apparel of nobility. (going round the room to see if anyone is watching.) Now no eye beholds me I may at least indulge in some remembrance of the past. (goes to the cabinet O.P. and brings out her gipsy dress.) The sight of this recalls the memory of happy days, and of him who made them happy.

(As she is contemplating the dress, the window at the back suddenly opens, and Devilshoof springs into the apartment.)



Ah! what seek you here with me?


Hush! fear not; but be silent. I come to ask you to rejoin our tribe – we have never ceased to fill the loss of one liked more than all the rest.


Impossible! Leave me, I pray, and let me forget we have ever been acquainted.


I have brought with me one who has, undoubtedly, greater powers of persuasion than I can pretend to.

(Here Thaddeus appears at the window; enters the room, and Arline, unable to restrain her feelings, rushes into his arms.)


In the midst of so much luxury, so much wealth and grandeur, I thought you had forgotten me.


Forgotten you!

(Pointing to the gipsy's dress.)

Had I nothing else to remind me of you, this would always speak to me of you. Forgotten you!


The scenes in which you now move, may drive from your memory every trace of the past, and I only come to ask - to hope - that you will sometimes think upon me -

(Devilshoof goes up to the window, on the lookout.)

[N. 18 - When other lips and other hearts]


When other lips and other hearts,

their tales of love shall tell,

in language whose excess imparts

the power they feel so well:

there may, perhaps, in such a scene,

some recollection be

of days that have as happy been,

and you'll remember me.

When coldness, or deceit, shall slight

the beauty now they prize,

and deem it but a faded light

which beams within your eyes;

when hollow hearts shall wear a mask,

'twill break your own to see;

in such a moment I but ask

that you'll remember me.

(At the end of the song, Arline goes up to Thaddeus, and with great emphasis says -)


Whatever may be our future lot, nothing should persuade you that I can ever cease to think of, ever cease to love you.



My heart is overpowered with happiness: yet, alas! 'tis but of short duration, for I must leave you now forever.


Oh, no, no! say not so! I cannot live without you.


And will you then forsake your home, your kindred, all! and follow me?

[N. 19 - Through the world wilt thou fly]




(to Arline)

Through the world wilt thou fly

from the world with me?

Wilt thou fortune's frowns defy,

as I will for thee?


(to Thaddeus)

Through the world I would fly

from the world with thee,

could I hush a father's sigh

that would heave for me.


(coming down; to Thaddeus)

All the world hither fly,

come away with me!

Never let a lover's sigh

ruin bring on thee, ruin bring on thee!


Hasten! hasten! thy safety calls:

see where they throng the halls!

This way!

(Going towards the window.)


(Stopping Thaddeus.)

Stop! do not snap the string

of the fondest tie

in my memory

to which the heart can cling.


I am chained by fate to the spot.


Nearer they come!


Oh, leave me not.


Oh, where should affections feelings rest,

if they may not repose on affection's breast?

Better to die than live to grieve

over the pangs such partings leave!


(still looking out)

A moment more and your doom is cast!



The hopes that were brightest, the dreams of the past,

in the fullness of promise recede,

and render the prospect dark indeed.


Escape is hopeless!


(pointing to the cabinet)

Enter here,

where detection we need not fear!



If it were not for thee, I would here await

the venom'd shafts of their deadliest hate.


Though here you may linger, I will not await

the certain blow of their power and hate.


If, only for me, no longer await

the venom'd shafts of their deadliest hate.

(Thaddeus has barely time to take refuge in the cabinet, and Devilshoof to escape by the window, when the great doors are thrown open, and a brilliant assemblage enters, led by Count Arnheim, Florestein, etc. The Count takes Arline's hand and presents her to the company.)


Welcome, welcome all - share with me all the joy I feel while I present my loved and long lost daughter.

[N. 20 - Welcome the present, oh ponder not]



Welcome the present, oh ponder not

on the days departed now,

let the cares that were theirs be forgot,

and ras'd from pleasure's brow;

never mind time nor what he has done,

if he only the present will smile upon.


(Seeing the gipsy dress on a chair, and taking it up)

This is not an ornament fit to grace,

at such a moment, such a place

and perchance 'twere best to hide the prize

in this recess

(pointing to the cabinet)

from his lordship's eyes.


(whose attention has been rivetted on the cabinet, and seeing Florestein go near it)

That room and its treasure belong to me,

and from all intrusion must sacred be.


Never mind time, nor what he has done,

if he only the present will smile upon!

Welcome the present, oh ponder not

on days departed now;

let the cares that were theirs be forgot,

and ras'd from pleasure's brow.

(A confused murmur is heard at the back of the stage.)

What sounds break on the ear,

checking young joy's career?

(A female, closely veiled, enters the apartment and goes up to Count Arnheim.)


Heed the warning voice!

Wail, and not rejoice!

The foe to thy rest

is one thou lov'st best.

(She lets her veil fall, and is discovered to be the Queen of the Gipsies.)


Who, and what art thou? Let me know

whom dost thou deem my foe?


Think not my warning wild?

'Tis thy refound child!

She loves a youth of the tribe I sway,

and braves the world's reproof;

list to the words I say ~

he is now conceal'd beneath thy roof!


Base wretch, thou liest ~


Thy faith I begrudge. ~

Open that door, and thyself be judge!

(Count rushing to the door of the cabinet, which Arline in vain opposes.)



Stand not across my path,

brave not a father wrath


Thrown thus across thy path,

let me abide thy wrath.

(The Count pushes Arline aside, opens the door and Thaddeus appears - the Count reels back, and everyone seems panic struck.)

Quintette and Chorus.



(to Arline)

To shame and feeling dead,

now hopeless to deplore,

the thunder bursting on thy head,

had not surpris'd me more.


And this is why she said,

I must not touch the door,

it clearly would have been ill bred,

for rivals are a bore!


Though ev'ry hope be fled,

which seem'd so bright before,

the vengeance I scorn to dread,

which they on me can pour!


(horror stricken on seeing the Queen)

To all but vengeance dead,

she stands mine eyes before!

Its thunders on her daring head

I only live to pour.


Although to feeling dead,

her sorrow we deplore,

the thunder bursting o'er our head,

had not surprised us more.


(Advancing to Thaddeus.)

Leave the place thy polluting step hath cross'd,

depart, or thou art lost.


(Casting a sorrowful look on Arline as he is about to go.)

To threats I should contemn,

for thy dear sake I yield.


(Summoning resolution.)

The bursting torrest I will stem,

and him I live for shield.

(She takes Thaddeus by the hand and goes to the Count, then turns to the company.)

Break not the only tie,

that bids my heart rejoice,

for whom contented I would die,

(with energy)

the husband of my choice.


(rushing between them and drawing his sword) (to Thaddeus)

Depart, ere my thirsty weapon stains

these halls with the blood of thy recreant veins!

(to Arline)

False thing! belov'd too long, too well,

brave not the madness thou canst not quell!


(seizing Thaddeus by the arm)

List to the warning voice that calls thee!

Fly from the peril which enthralls thee!

(darting a furious look at Arline as she passes her)

Weep rivers ~ for ages pine!

He shall never be thine!

(As the Queen is dragging Thaddeus toward the window, Arline stops him.)


(to the assembly)

Your pardon, if I seek

with my father alone to speak.

(Exeunt every one at the large doors each side of the windows which close upon them; the Queen is seen to pass out of the window.)


(falling at the Count's feet)

See at your feet a suppliant one,

whose place should be your heart,

behold the only living thing

to which she had to cling,

who sav'd her life, watch'd o'er her years

with all the fondness faith endears,

and her affections won ~

rend not such ties apart.


Child! Arline! wilt thou? darest thou heap

a stain thine after life will beweep,

on these hairs by thee and sorrow bleach'd

on this heart dishonor never reach'd.


(rising and seeking refuge in the arms of Thaddeus)

Whatever the danger, the ruin, the strife,

it must fall; united we are for life.


(with rage)

United! and would'st thou link my name

in a chain of such disgrace?

My rank, my very blood defame,

with a blot no time can efface?

The child of my heart, of my house the pride,

an outcast, an outcast gipsy's bride!


(breaking from her, and going up with great dignity to the Count)

Proud lord, although this head proscrib'd

should fall by the weapons thy wealth hath bribed,

although in revealing the name I bear,

the home I shall see no more;

the land which to thee in its deep despair,

the deadliest hatred bore.

I may fall as have fallen the bravest of foes,

'twere better like them to die!

And in dishonoured earth to lie,

than bear unresented reproaches like those.

(Count Arnheim and Arline betray symptoms of astonishment, yet great anxiety.)

Start not, but listen!

When the fair land of Poland was ploughed by the hoof

of the ruthless invader, when might,

with steel to the bosom and flame to the roof,

completed her triumph o'er right:

in that moment of danger when freedom invoked

all the fetterless sons of her pride,

in a phalanx as dauntless as freedom e'er yok'd,

I fought and I fell by her side;

my birth is noble, unstained my crest

as thine own: let this attest!

(Takes his commission, seen in Act I, from his bosom, and gives it to the Count, who stands fixed and bewildered.)

Pity for one in childhood torn

from kindred with whom she dwelt,

ripened in after years to love

the fondest that heart hath felt,

has made me thus far faith renew

with outlaws chance first link me to:

as a foe on this head let your hatred be pil'd,

but despise not one who hath so loved your child.


(greatly moved)

The feuds of a nation's strife,

the party storms of life,

should never their sorrows impart,

to the calmer scenes of the heart.

By this hand let thine hold

till the blood in its veins be cold!

(Thaddeus moved to tears, is about to fall at the Count's feet, who checks him.)

Not at mine ~ be that homage paid at hers,

who the fond one of feelin g on thee confers.



Let not the soul over sorrows grieve,

with which the bosom hath ceased to heave;

let us not think of the tempest past,

if we reach the haven at last.


Nev'r should the soul over sorrows grieve,

with which the bosom hath ceased to heave;

ne'er should we think of the tempest past,

if we reach the haven at last.


Why should the soul over sorrows grieve,

with which the bosom hath ceased to heave;

why should we think of the tempest past,

if we reach the haven at last!

(During the trio, the wan figure of the Queen has been seen at the window in the back, and at the end of it, as Thaddeus is about to embrace Arline, the Queen, in a transport of rage, points him out to A gipsy by her side, who is in the act of firing at him, when Devilshoof, who has tracked their steps, averts the gipsy's aim, and by a rapid movement turns the musket toward the Queen - it goes off, and she falls.)


Guard every portal - summon each guest and friend - and this festive scene suspend.

(This distant sound of joyous instruments heard in the saloons, which the intelligence of the catastrophe is supposed to have reached, ceases, and crowds of Nobles, Ladies, Guests, etc., pour in at each door. Arline rushes into the arms of Thaddeus, and then passes over to the Count.)

[N. 21 - Oh! what full delight]


Oh! what full delight,

through my bosom thrills,

and a wilder glow

in my heart instills!

Bliss! unfelt before,

hope! without alloy,

speak with raptured tone

of my heart the joy!

(As the courtain descends, is heard under the window at the back)


If the gipsy's life you may read,

the life that all would like to lead.

End of the opera.

End of the libretto.

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