The beggar's opera [music] : a ballad-opera by John Gay, in a new musical version realised from the original airs, op. 43 / by Benjamin Britten ; vocal score by Arthur Oldham.

Beggar's opera. Vocal score. English

1 score (192 p.) ; 31 cm.

Pl. no. B. & H. 16468.

Content: ACT I: Through all the employments of life -- 'Tis woman that seduces all mankind -- If any wench Venus's girdle wear -- If love the virgin's heart invade -- A maid is like the golden ore -- Virgins are like the fair flower -- Our Polly is a sad slut -- Can love be controlled by advice? -- O Polly, you might have toy' d and kissed -- I, like a ship in storms, was tossed -- A fox may steal your hens, Sir -- Oh, ponder well! be not severe -- The turtle thus with plaintive crying -- Pretty Polly, say -- My heart was so free -- Were I laid on Greenland's coast -- O what pain it is to part ! -The miser thus a shilling sees -- Fill ev' ry glass -- Let us take the road -- If the heart of a man is depressed with cares -- Music to dialogue -- Youth 's the season made for joys -- Before the barn-door crowing -- The gamesters and lawyers are jugglers alike -- At the tree I shall suffer with pleasure -- Interlude -- Newgate prison.ACT II: Man may escape from rope and gun -- Thus when a good housewife sees a rat -- How cruel are the traitors -- The first time at the looking-glass -- When you censure the age -- Is then his fate decreed, Sir? -- You'll think ere many days ensue -- Thus when the swallow -- How happy could I be with either -- I'm bubbled, I'm bubbled -- Cease your funning -- Why, how now, Madam Flirt! -- No power on earth can e'er divide. ACT III: When young at the bar -- My love is all madness and folly -- Thus gamesters united in friendship -- The modes of the court so common are grown -- What gudgeons are we men! -- In the days of my youth -- I'm like a skiff on the Ocean toast -- A curse attends that woman's love -- Come, sweet lass -- Hither, dear husband -- Which way shall I turn me? -- When my hero in court appears -- When he holds up his hands -- Ourselves, like the great -- The charge is prepared -- O cruel, cruel case! -- Would I might be hanged -- Thus I stand like the Turk.

782.12 B862be 1949