Look at those handsome fellows there! 'Tis really
shameful, I declare, The
very best society they shun, After those servant girls forsooth, to run.
Second Student (to the first)
Not quite so fast! for in our rear, Two girls, well - dress'd, are
drawing near;
Not far from us the one doth dwell, And sooth to say, I like her well. They
walk demurely, yet you'll see, That they will let us join them presently.
The First
Not I! re
straints of all kinds I
detest. Quick! let us catch the wild - game ere it
flies, The hand on Saturday the mop that plies, Will on the Sunday fondle you
the best.
Burgher
No, this new Burgomaster, I like him not, God knows, Now, he's in office,
daily more
arrogant he grows; And for the town, what doth he do for it? Are
not things worse from day to day? To more re
straints we must
submit; And
taxes more than ever pay.
Beggar (sings)
Kind gentleman and ladies fair, So rosy - cheek'd and trimly dress'd, Be
pleas'd to listen to my prayer, Relieve and pity the distress'd. Let me not
vainly sing my lay! His heart's most glad whose hand is free. Now when all
men keep
holiday, Should be a
harvest - day to me.
Another Burgher
On
holidays and Sundays
naught know I more
inviting Than chatting about
war and war's alarms, When folk in Turkey, up in arms, Far off, are 'gainst
each other fighting. We at the window stand, our glasses drain, And watch
adown the
stream the painted vessels gliding Then
joyful we at eve come
home again, And
peaceful times we bless, peace long - abiding.
Third Burgher
Ay, neighbour! So let matters stand for me! There they may scatter one
another's brains, And wild
confusion round them see So here at home in quiet
all remains! Old Woman (to the Burghers' Daughters) Heyday! How smart!
The fresh young blood! Who would not fall in love with you? Not quite so
proud! 'Tis well and good! And what you wish, that I could help you to.
Burgher's Daughter
Come, Agatha! I care not to be seen Walking in public with these witches.
True, My future lover, last St. Andrew's E'en, In flesh and blood she brought
before my view.
Another
And mine she show'd me also in the glass, A soldier's figure, with companions
bold; I look around, I seek him as I pass, In vain, his form I
nowhere can
behold.
Soldiers
Fortress with turrets And walls high in air, Damsel disdainful, Haughty and
fair, There be my prey! Bold is the
venture, Costly the pay!
Hark how the
trumpet Thither doth call us, Where either pleasure Or death
may
befall us. Hail to the
tumult! Life's in the field! Damsel and
fortress To us
must yield.
Bold is the
venture, Costly the pay! Gaily the soldier Marches away.
Faust and Wagner - Peasant Dances
Faust
Loosed from their fetters are
streams and rills Through the
gracious spring -
tide's all - quickening glow; Hope's budding joy in the vale doth blow; Old
Winter back to the
savage hills Withdraweth his force, decrepid now. Thence
only impotent icy grains Scatters he as he wings his
flight, Striping with sleet
the verdant plains; But the sun endureth no trace of white; Everywhere growth
and
movement are rife, All things investing with hues of life: Though flowers
are
lacking,
varied of dye, Their colours the motley
throng supply. Turn thee
around, and from this
height, Back to the town direct thy sight. Forth from the
hollow,
gloomy gate, Stream forth the masses, in bright array. Gladly seek
they the sun to - day; The Lord's Resurrection they
celebrate: For they
themselves have risen, with joy, From
tenementsordid, from cheerless room,