Act I Scene I

Home , Lurline (opera), Sweet Emotion

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William Vincent Wallace (1812-1865) Lurline

A Grand Legendary Opera in three acts Libaretto by Edward Fitzball (1792-1873) New Performing Edition by Richard Bonynge

Rupert (a young Nobleman) - Keith Lewis, Tenor Guilhelm (his friend) - Paul Ferris, Tenor Rhineberg (the River King) - David Soar, Bass-baritone The Baron Truenfels - Donald Maxwell, Baritone Zelieck (a Gnome) - Roderick Earle, Bass Lurline (Nymph of the Rhine) - Sally Silver, Soprano Ghiva (the Baron’s daughter) - Fiona Janes, Mezzo-soprano Liba (a Spirit of the Rhine) - Bernadette Cullen, Mezzo-soprano

ACT I ZELIECK Magic power Track 1 - Overture Had sealed my eyes in sleep.

SCENE I. - Moonlight. A Cavern on the Rhine. RHINEBERG Where is Lurline? Rhineberg enters In vain I sought her; in her coral cave She sleeps not; RECITATIVE While her sluggish maidens sleep, Track 2 - All is silent, save the murmur She wanders out into the starry night Of the lone waves. Alone! (striking him) Slave, And the nightingale, From their shells of opal Who in sadness to the moonbeam, Waken those slumberers. Telleth her love-lorn tale. In yonder blue serene, the stars above ZELIECK Hold sentinel. From the crystal-deep Wake! wake! wake! The weary fisherman to his home is gone, The King commandeth. And sinks with nature Off your dreamy slumbers shake, Into tranquil sleep. Track 4 - Wake! wake!

ARIA. RHINEBERG Track 3 - Idle spirit, wildly dreaming, Wake! Wake! In thy cavern dost thou lie, Idle dreams forsake, &c., &c. 'Mid thy slumber, little deeming Of thy master's watchful eye. NYMPHS Hark! 'hark! hark! Zelieck! wake! Thy master calls thee, The King advanceth: Dwarfish traitor, quit thy rest; Off those dreamy slumbers shake, Up, sluggard, up! Thy master calls thee. Look forth! In your shells of rainbow opal Look forth! Naiad sisters, wake! Or be with fiends possest. As King Rhineberg points his staff, the Gnome utters a cry [Nymphs appear.] Of dismay. CHORUS ZELIECK Nymphs, Liba, and Gnome. The master. King of the Rhine, welcome! Welcome to thy silvery home! RHINEBERG In the halls of liquid crystal Yes, thy master, crouching slave. Where the water lilies bloom; [Gnome rapidly enaerges from a bed of floating lilies, Where the music of the billow, and crouches at the King's feet.] Lulls thee on thy wavy pillow, King of the Rhine, ZELIECK Welcome home! Have mercy, master. RHlNEBERG (impatiently) RHINEBERG (striking him) Track 5 - Where is Lurline? Thus I smite thee, slave, For thy neglect of duty. ZELIECK (pointing) Behold her, master!

[Lurline is discovered playing on a harp.]

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LIBA Nay, speak not all I know, Thus ever at the midnight hour, Thy shame, and my woe; Steals she from-her coral bower— Tell me when you saw him first, Sitting on yonder rock alone, May he be accursed. [Bitterly. She tells the stars her grief unknown. LURLINE (agitated) LURLINE (touching the harp) No! ah! no! Ah, Rupert, thee I love. RHINEBERG (angrily) RHINEBERG I bid you tell your tale of love, Hush! ‘tis her voice! She strikes the lyre. LURLINE (imploringly) Retire! Father! I will. Retire! ROMANCE [Nymphs retire; listening.] Track 8 - When the night winds sweep the wave, And the white surge forms a grave; THE SPELL When the moon withdraws her beam, LURLINE When the stars no longer gleam, Track 6 - Flow on, flow on, oh, silver Rhine, Then my wild chords pierce the gale, Convey to him these sighs of mine; And distract the mariner's sail; Ye rocks, that wildly spread around, On the barque plunges, through billow and gloom, Let Echo's note his name resound, To the Lurlei-Berg whirlpool, its wreck and its tomb. Yet when 'tis calm, And breathe from earth to sky And Naiads' charm My lone and secret sigh Is hushed and silent as the deep, Waft echo, waft above, And the mariner, pale Oh, Rupert, thee I love, As his own white sail, Lies fathoms down lies in his quiet sleep, RHINEBERG (troubled) Oh, then I weep, I weep. She loves a child of earth- Father, thou art King of the Rhine, To her 'tis death. The wealth of the vessel wreck is thine;

Liba, Gnome, Chorus Yet thy daughter laments, when her task is done, Ah! hear the spell! And envies the corpse she gazeth on; To mortal ear, 'tis death The blue sky fades from her troubled sight, While around float the shades of her victims white, ARIA (2nd verse) The tempest yells, which rends the air, LURLINE Is calm to the cry of this heart's despair. Ye flowers, that strew the crystal tide, Lo, as I sat on yonder frowning cliff, With perfume tempt him to my side; Weaving wild music as only Naiads know, Ye nymphs that dwell beneath the wave, High o'er the wave, borne in an airy skiff, Transport him to my coral cave. A youthful knight gaz'd on me from below. Ah, Rupert, thee I love. His beauty's power this heart could not withstand, The trembling harp fell tuneless from my hands No.3A Since that sad hour I've felt each joy decay, RHINEBERG (troubled) As perfume quits the flower Track 7 - What does she say? As the wind dies away. She loves Count RUPERT! Curses on this bitter day. No.5A Lurline! [Calling.] RHINEBERG LURLINE Track 9 - How can the slime of earth ensnare My father! The children of the wave and air Come and see him [Music. She hurries forward, and falls at the King's feet.] In his hours of revelry, Among his wild mates drinking, RHINEBERG On spoil and plunder thinking, Oh, Lurline, my child. [Raising her.] Then shalt you know How worthless is his love for thee, LURLINE The spell that binds thy being My dearest father! [Embracing him.] Shall broken be.

RHINEBERG [Music. He takes her by the hand. She ascends to earth.] Lo! this love of thine, This human love, thy nature hath defiled, As half has robbed ye of this heart of mine.

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CHORUS BARON Track 10 - Sail sail, sail on the midnight gale, Oh, heart’s of adamant! The moonlight falling round; While the sprays of the wave, DUET Wash over our pearly cave With soft and soothing sound, &c, &c. GHIVA Track 12 - Oh, Rupert, haughty Rupert, tell, TABLEAU. SCENE CLOSES. When other lips resound thy praise, Why mute are thine, as with a spell? SCENE 2 Why do you turn from me your gaze? Ghiva's apartment. Ghiva richly attired, with her attendants. BARON GHIVA The secret of that little heart, Track 11 - Bring me the mirror. Those words of woe too well impart. I am handsome, truly. Ah, why this despair, though Rupert thee disdain, Armies of suitors sigh for thee in vain LADIES Guilhelm adores thee! That cannot be denied. GHIVA (scornfully) GHIVA (making steps before the glass) Guilhelm! no, my sire, I dance divinely! The Count wins Ghiva's heart, Not his esquire. LADIES. Proud one! by thee this bosom torn, That's certain. For love's revenge might life suffice, I'd pay it back with scorn, GHIVA And freeze thee with one look of ice. Yet made no conquest at the ball, alas! [curtseys, and exits] A-way, away, too flattering glass! Like all the rest thou'rt false BARON (taking Ghiva's hand.) The honour of thy hand, if he refuse, CHORUS Rupert has only one thing left to choose. No, no! Fetch my gun! I'll shoot him.

GHIVA GHIVA (eagerly) I’m ugly. Do, yes do!

CHORUS BARON Ah, no! He sails for Hades, or he weds with you.

GHIVA ENSEMBLE Yes, yes. No, no, no. Oh soft affection to thy rest (embracing) [Enter Baron, hastily] Thou clingest like the woodbine wild An oak-tree firm as father's breast, BARON Like woodbine sweet, his gentle child. What ails my darling? [Enter Page, giving a letter to Ghiva.]

GHIVA BARON Nothing, nothing. Track 13 - Ah! what's that, a note?

[Ladies retire a little] GHIVA For me! for me! (Snatching it) BARON And from Rupert. Whence this cloud on my Ghiva's brow? BARON GHIVA A declaration? I'm weary of the dance. GHIVA BARON Yes! a request to throw himself at my feet You! the belle on every side admir'd. before he leaves the castle. Count RUPERT, too, so rich, so handsome. BARON GHIVA Ah! think how rich he is, and let him not despair. More than once, to-night, I hoped he would GHIVA Declare his love. Ah! how provoking, I tremble! Oh, soft emotion! Still remained he silent.

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BARON RUPERT She trembles! Oh, sweet emotion, Decline? Decline! Let the noble Count approach. BOTH [Enter Count Rupert, richly dressed.] Yes!

CONCERTED TRIO

RUPERT (kneeling) BARON Ah, dare I hope my suit to gain, Track 14 - I see by the grey of the sky I come not then to plead in vain. That morning is now very nigh; The guests have all quitted the ball, GHIVA The tapers burn out on the wall. Rise, noble Count, this blush excuse, The lacqueys are falling asleep, Such ernest love I'll not refuse (affectedly). So longer, you here, we'll not keep,

BARON BARON Our hand we'll not refuse. 16 But wish you ere pale twilight, Count Rupert, a very good night. [bowing.] RUPERT Oh joy! oh joy! what envied bliss, RUPERT While this fair hand I fondly kiss. Oh, Ghiva, ere this heart you slight, (Kissing her hand, and rising.) One gentle word—one kind good night. Attest it, Cupid, from above, And knit the silver threads of love. GHIVA Oh, sweet surprise! (To Ghiva). Without delay, I'm sorry your suit to deny, Oh deign to name the nuptial day. But your castle, you know, is hard by, And when I have made up my mind, BARON My page, with a letter, you'll find A settlement you must prepare! One day at your hall, but I fear A dwelling so ancient and drear, GHIVA Might put even owls to f1ight, My diamonds! my jewels rare! And so, Sir, I wish you good night. Good night. RUPERT [Curtseys.] I shame to own my fortune small, My title now is nearly all. RUPERT O, world, rainbow world! GHIVA When sunbeams melt away, No jewels rare. How dark becomes life's cloud, How bright smiles fast decay, BARON No golden store. BARON and GHIVA (bowing and curtseying) Good night. RUPERT You've wealth enough, what need we more? RUPERT I've youth; I've rank. But name the day. I think there's a saying of yore, When poverty peeps in the door— GHIVA But the Proverb's too old to repeat, I've chang'd my mind; excuse me, pray. [curtseys.] Farewell, we shall never more meet; Your page to my halls do not send: BARON To you sir, I'd speak through a friend, We've chang'd our mind; excuse us, pray. [bowing.] But then, you're too old to fight: So all I can say is—good night [bowing. RUPERT You've chang'd your mind? My suit resign! [Enter Valets, as he crosses to door, lighting him.]

BOTH VALETS (bowing) Sir, {I/we} the honour, {I/we} decline. Largess, Sir! good night!

RUPERT RUPERT (gives money) Nay, name the day, when you'll be mine. My sword! my steed! good night!

BOTH [Valets give him sword and hat, and follow him out.] Count, the honour {I/we} decline. Baron and Ghiva exeunt.

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SCENE 3 We’ll soon win more to cheer us. Portico of Rupert's Castle, overlooking the Rhine. Guilhelm and the rest of Rupert's followers lying about drinking. CHORUS Hurrah! Hurrah! CHORUS Track 15 - Drain the cup of pleasure; RUPERT Never think of care, Gold may be gather’d on the ocean wave; 'Tis life's brightest pleasure, Thus the bowl to share. CHORUS Cup to cup at friendship's shrine, We have our galley still. Pledge me thus in sparkling wine, Heart and hand sincere, RUPERT To the Rhine. Sharp swords, strong arms shall reap the azure fields, [Enter Rupert's at back in a skiff with sail-they run and tow the ‘Tis our last night ‘neath these old towers. barque to shore.] Let’s drink and drown unpleasant memories— Bring wine, bring wine! GUILHELM Track 16 - Here's Lord Rupert. CHORUS Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! CHORUS Hurrah! Hurrah! RUPERT I'll sing you a legend of our lovely stream, the Rhine RUPERT The story of the Water-Sprite, Yes I am here, and spurn'd! Who with her song at midnight hour Allures brave hearts beneath yon waves. GUILHELM How spurn'd? CHORUS Ah! woe betides the man who listens; RUPERT A cold bridal bed awaits him in the flood. Proud Ghiva cares not for me; The song! the song! the song! Her father's gold will not my house restore Hope flies from me. No.10

GUILHELM ROMANCE Never mind, Rupert, never mind. RUPERT Track 17 - Our barque, in moonlight beaming, CHORUS Lay still'd by the note of a fairy charm Never mind. Her sails hung, brightly gleaming, White as the moonlight, and as calm RUPERT Thanks, brave comrades, thanks. Bright stars look'd down on the olear blue stream, By my birth a nobleman, I could not wrong a lady; As lovely eyes in a mirror beam, So I told her my poverty: the end was sharp and sudden- When on that deck the Naiad Maid, The Baron bow'd me out, and she dismissed me. Sweetly sad her wild harp play'd; Our crew all lost in silent wonder, GUILHELM & CHORUS Their hearts, spell-bound, and awe dismay'd, Ah, dismiss'd you? While she her wild notes deeply thrilling, Still sang Lurline. RUPERT Yes, with scorn! CHORUS Lurline! Lurline! GUILHELM & CHORUS With scorn dismiss'd you! RUPERT All night till early morning, GUILHELM & CHORUS (angrily) Entranced by the spell of that mystic lay, We'll have revenge! On fairy harp still sweetly playing, O'er us held her magic sway. RUPERT But with the breeze, as the barque moved on, Never! The gallant hearts around me Distraught the crew - our captain gone; Shall not seek vengeance on bright eyes and sunny locks. While far away the Naiad Maid, She is a woman, therefore I forgive her— Sweetly sad her harp still play'd. A woman—therefore worth a Rhenish bumper. Oh, stay not when the deep'ning twilight So hence with anger -give me wine. Throws darkness o'er yon rocky scene; Beware that voice, so strangely thrilling, GUILHELM & CHORUS Beware Lurline! Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! CHORUS RUPERT Lurline! Lurline! Our vaults have still a welcome store of rich old wine,

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[The notes of Lurline's harp are heard. RUPERT sinks on a rock Alas, our Master's lost. near the water. LURLlNE rises from the waves, which and sparkle By wicked spell, of demon fell, around her.] To instant ruin, our master's lost.

FINALE [Rhineberg, the Gnome, and a host of Spirits appear on the rocks. Rhineberg, Gnome, and Spirits. ] LURLINE Track 18 - When on yon rock the moonbeams fall, Ah, vengeance! Vengeance! My fairy spell shall breath thy call. Those and thy barque are lost. Wear this, The billows swell, rings out thy knell,— [She bends forward, and places a ring on his finger.] Thy daring life shall cost, My charm. The Water Queen invites thee, Rupert. Thou and thy barque be lost. 'Tis Luriine ! Lurline! CHORUS RUPERT (recovering) Our master's lost. What's this? [Thunder, and flash of forked lightning. The skiff sinks. [Gazing at ring.] Picture of consternation &c. Tableau.] Behold, a magic band. This ruby ring of her a part, END OF ACT I I saw it glitter in her hands I feel its influence o'er my heart. ACT II [Lurline's harp heard.] That signal soft, it calls for me. No.12 Oh, moon, I bless thy silver beam The wave thou light'st my rest shall be; SCENE 1 Ah, once again of her to dream. The Crystal Dwelling of Lurline. Doors of bronze. Rhineberg That signal soft, calls for me. seated. Ah, Lurline I love thee. Enter Gnome and Chorus, bearing vase treasures, which they LURLINE place at his feet, kneeling. Lurline! GNOME and CHORUS CHORUS (recovering and detaining him) Track 19 - Behold! Oh, beware! Follow not, Behold! 'Tis the spell of despair. Wedges of gold RUPERT! Stay! Beware! From upper air to thee we bring To thy feet we bring, oh mighty master RUPERT (struggling) Of the Rhine, the King. Nay beware, stay me not, Or I die of despair. NYMPHS [Storm commences.] Homage and tribute we pay, And thy potent will obey: CHORUS Our King! Offended skies are demons lashing; The billows rise: the lightning flashing. No.12A Ah! beware! Follow not: Yes, 'tis the spell of despair. [Enter Lurline, Liba, and the Water Nymphs. Rhineberg rising, as she kneels to him.] LURLINE Lurline! RHINEBERG Ah! Lurline! RUPERT (distractedly) How much it glads thy father Thro' the pausing storm, That this calm now soothes thy breast, That voice so dear; Though thy young and mortal lover; To her my heart is firm; By the storm be sent to rest. Lurline, I come! [Rushing] LURLINE (mysteriously) He is at rest! CHORUS Follow! seize him! drag him home! LIBA and NYMPHS He is at rest! RUPERT (springing into skiff) Lurline, I come! RHINEBERG (apart) [The skiff moves on, and appears sinking.] So best.

CHORUS LURLINE Horror! Horror! Track 20 - Under a spreading coral By wicked spell, Where the Naiad floats in upper air, Of demon fell, On bounding wave, with busy hand

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Snatching the pink shells from the sand, Now, to awaken Rupert! 'Tis there he sleeps: ten fathom deep, Shake off thy slumber— Over his head the lilies weep. Torpor forsake thee— Soft be his slumber, sorrow forsake him. Love o'er thee watcheth. Maidens tread lightly, Do not awake him: NYMPHS Shake off thy slumber, &c. RHINEBERG (apart) Death be his slumber. [Scene divides in back, and discovers Rupert sleeping under a coral tree and lily flowers. Lurline and Nymphs retire slowly, as he CHORUS awakes. Rupert rises as if from a dream, and surveys the place Life quite forsake him. with amazement.]

RECITATIVE No.14

RHINEBERG (exultingly) RECITATIVE Track 21 - 'Tis well. He is at rest. Where am I? RUPERT tho Bold, How came I hither— Is now the dust he was. In this romantic cave? His spirit quench'd— Tho spell that charmed my daughter LURLINE Is no more. Rupert. Such are tho passions of this earth [Lurline sings outside and he listens.] I trust to thy hand Ah! yes; again that voice enchants my senses, The key of my vast treasures. Which lur'd me to the deep, o'erwhelming wave,

LURLINE (joyfully) CAVATINA Goes my father hence! Track 23 - Sweet form that on my ravished gaze In dazzling beauty stole, RHINEBERG (apart) Where have fallen those gentle rays, She's glad, what means it? Which so inspir'd my soul. (To her) Even so, Lurline. Star of love, where'er thou be, The storm-clouds gather o'er the western waves, Where'er thy glories rove Which, rising, scatter hull and argosy, Turn again and shine Laden with wealth, Oh, shine, bright star of love! Before the Water King! Sweet voice tun'd to chords divine, Farewell, my child, Though like the Syren's strain, The Gnome will keep strict watch. To peril's brink those notes incline, Oh! sing to me, sweet voice again. [He embraces Lurline, and gives her a golden key from his breast. Goes out, followed by Gnome and attendants.] Ah, bright star of love, where'er thy sky, In seas below, or heav'n above, CHORUS, Lurline and Nymphs. Lost in thy light, come let me die [Gnome returns and indicates by joyful signs that the King has Shine on, oh star of love—Bright star of love! gone.] No.15 No.13 (Enter Lurline and her Nymphs, in a group of flowers) Track 22 - From his Palace of crystal the King is gone: Obey here his mandates everyone. RUPERT (kneeling) He sees thro' the wave—he hears on the wind Ah! lovely Naiad Queen! And though lock'd in your breast, he the secret can find. Enchantress of my fate! 'Neath one beam of his eye your poor heart must unclose, I kneel, to thee, I worship thee! And out floats the truth, like the bee from the rose. [The Nymphs dance around him, and entwine him in their garlands, From his Palace of crystal, &c. while Lurline receives a cup of crystal from Liba.]

LURLINE (perceiving Gnome) LURLINE, LIBA & CHORUS. How to escape the vigilance of the Gnome. Track 24 - Take this cup of sparkling wine, [Seeing the treasures at the foot of the throne.] Warm'd by sunbeams, from above; In his golden bubbles play RECITATIVE Joy and rapture—peace and love. Ah, the gold! (To Gnome, giving key) Take this key, and secure the treasures in CHORUS the deepest recesses of yonder cave. Be vigilant, as you would Take this cup of sparkling wine— Avoid your master's displeasure. Go ! Nectar, coldest hearts to move. [Gnome unlocks door and assisted by Water Spirits, goes off treasures.] LURLINE Quaff, oh quaff from out its hallow'd juice, LURLINE (joyfully locking door, in which he has left the key) Its sparkling tide reveal,

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Through clouds that mortal transports dim, Were made to smile. What joy we spirits feel. Take this cup, &c. RUPERT (apart, gazing at the gold) [As Rupert drinks, a violent knocking is heard.] What wond'rous sights These eyes begnile. RUPERT Jewels and gold, To thee I drink this rosy wine, Like sunbeams smile. My heart—my souls is thine. [As he drinks, a violent knocking is heard.] LURLINE (observing him) How wrapt he seems. GNOME (inside knocking) There lost awhile, Fury! Vengeance! With ease you might The Gnome beguile. LlBA & NYMPHS Ha! ha! [Rupert enters cave. Lurline follows at a distance observing him. The Gnome becomes suspicious, LIBA and Nymphs surround him. ZELIECK Liba presents him a cup of wine.] Track 25 - Open! open! LIBA and CHORUS LlBA & NYMPHS Take this cup of sparkling wine, The captive pleads in vain. Nectar, coldest heart to move, In its golden bubbles play RUPERT Joy and rapture, peace and love. 'Mid this enchantment a captive? [Gnome with cup, drinks] [Amorously to Liba, who coquets with him.] LURLINE 'Tis a Gnome, would play the spy on thee. ZELIECK Track 27 - As through this glass the sunbeams pass; RUPERT Golden bubbles flowing, For me no dungeon dark must he endure. So thro' despair, wine chaseth care, Joy in its glow bestowing, LURLINE Dance, Sing! Oh! what rapture, Dungeon dark! All around beams resplendent gold. Dance, sing, what bliss Nought on earth can equal this Ñ RUPERT Eyes that sparkle! Gold! gold! [Gnome falls stupified—they anxiously regarding him.]

LURLINE Yes! there are all the treasures of the mighty Rhine. CHORUS Behold the key ! Hush! hush! hush! Silence, pray! ZELIECK Hush! hush! Fury! vengeance ! Softly, Softly! Softly steal away! [They glide out] RUPERT Must he remain a captive? Pardon, pardon, if I set him free! SCENE II A Gothic apartment in the Castle of Truenfels. LURLINE (Enter Ghiva) Generous heart! as thou wilt. No.17A RUPERT Gnome, come forth! RECITATIVE (Opening door and gazing at gold) Amazement! GHIVA [Gnome rushes in with, his followers.] Track 1 - Ah, me! Ah, me! How dismal is the Castle! My heart is still with RUPERT, CONCERTED Even in misfortune. Though no longer ZELIECK Wealthy, still so handsome! Oh that Track 26 - My rage beware! 'Neath my latice! I could hear his By cunning wile, Yoice sweetly sing of love and fame! Think not my zeal A gentle troubadour. You can beguile. [LIBA and Nymphs dancing about the Gnome, and entangling him No.18 in their garlands to conceal Rupert.] SONG CHORUS GHIVA Forgive us, pray, Troubadour enchanting, This little while: When the dew is falling, Those gentle looks Twilight sunbeams slanting O'er the western tower,

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'Neath the shady linden tree, To the chase, come away! At the moonlight hour, There's nothing on earth so delighting! Come and sing love's song to me, Away! Gentle Troubadour! GHIVA (attiring herself, &c.) Troubadour enchanting, Hark! to the ham of the hunter! When love's bird is calling, From sorrow to pleasure inviting; Balm the zephyrs scenting, The bugle's soft notes, through the woods as we stray, From each fragrant flower, Will chase ev'ry sorrow away! The heart with new transport delighting. 'Neath my rose-hung lattice be, Away, &c. At the silent hour: [They go out in procession.] Bring thy lute a.nd sing to me, Track 2 - Gentle Troubadour! SCENE III As SCENE I., ACT II The Gnome folded up asleep. Enter Rhineberg mysteriously, and (Enter Baron hastily) not perceiving Gnome in the shade. BARON Track 3 - Oh, sweet daughter! RECITATIVE AND ARIA No.20 GHIVA (Disconcerted) RHINEBERG Thou bringst ill tidings. An anxious fear comes o'er me, I cannot longer from my dwelling roam; BARON Some shadow glides before me RUPERT! RUPERT is drowned! My daughter seems unhappy [Affecting tears.] That thought brings me home,

GHIVA ARIA Drown'd himself! No doubt for love of me. Oh, horror! Track 5 - The nectar cup may yield delight, The heart sweet music move, BARON But oh, no charm, however bright, Oh droop not thus, poor blighted flower. Is like paternal love : Affection wears a silken chain, GHIVA O'er oceans though we rove, I'm going to faint. Oh! oh! It gently brings us back again Each link a father's love. BARON Hark! hark! I hear the hunters this way coming, to invite us to the Yes, like the balm of opening flowers, chase. Across the ocean foam, It floats with us to distant shores; GHIVA It pilots back our home. Oh, sounds reviving! Alas, how oft, in later years, Though chang'd the heart may prove, BARON Doth memory's dream recall Ñ -through tears You requested ere to share the sports, A father's early love. and of merit award the prize. RHINEBERG GHIVA Track 6 - Suspicion tortures me: when I went hence, I'm somewhat better; Lurline dissembled grief: I cannot disoblige these brave young foresters. [Turning, perceives the Gnome asleep] My hat and feathers! My javelin also. What's here? The Gnome asleep! A wine-cup in his hand. I'll stifle sorrow in the joyous hunter's cry. [He strikes him with his staff. The Gnome starts up and falls, terrified, at his feet, concealing the cup behind his back.] BARON Noble impulse! Behold our friends; RHINEBERG Slave! where'e my child? (Enter Hunters) [Gnome points to cavern, letting fall cup, and picking it up CONCERTED awkwardly, as Rhineberg makes a step towards door.] CHORUS Away, to the chase, come away; RHINEBERG (gazing off) The horn of the hunter is sounding; Ah! the traitor Rupert, The lark in the sky, sweetly heralds the da Among my treasures- The deer in the forest is bounding. In my magic cave! Away! He wears Lurline's enchanted ring! My vengeance, spite of it, BARON Shall wither and destroy him. Hark! 'tis the horn of the hunter, (To Gnome) Thou hast been drinking! To health and to pleasure inviting: There's joy in the lay. Track 4 - Come away!

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ZELIECK [Lurline, who has been watching, to Rupert, who has 'Twas but one cup, master, cast himself, following the boat with his eyes, despondingly on a Drain'd to thee, rock] My mistress gave it me. RECITATIVE RHlNEBERG (seizing him) LURLINE Yes! Track 8 - Dearest! I'll give thee wealth, To bribe thee from thy duty, Return to earth. Wretch! (strikes him) RUPERT ZELIECK Without thee? Never! Oh, mercy! LURLINE RHINEBERG (drives out Gnome) I cannot hence. How should I look for truth in thee, When mine own child deceiveth me? RUPERT How can I rid me of this mortal; The love you bear to me Chase him from my magic portal; Should lure you thither. Human feelings must enthral him, Earth's fond memories recall him. LURLINE [Waves his wand and a boat is seen slowly gliding down the Rhine You entreat in vain, in which are Wilhelm and the rest of Rupert’s follower's, strewing You wring my heart: flowers on the waves, in the moonlight.] The Naiad dwelleth here; But at the bidding of the Water King. CONCERTED ENSEMBLE Is it permitted her, to quit her crystal home? CHORUS (in boat) Peace to the mem'ry of the brave, Leave then, this charmed spot, Tranquil may their slumbers be, For that thou wishest : Peace to the dead beneath the wave, I give thee three long days, RUPERT! peace to thee, And, when they end, RUPERT! peace to thee. Upon the Lurlie-Berg I'll wait for thee.

RHlNEBERG (apart) RUPERT (anxiously) Far from this spell-enchanted cave, I will not fail thy wish. Yes, RUPERT! Quickly shalt thou be. LURLINE (pointing) [Exit] That ring I gave thee, At our first meeting, CHORUS Ohm'ish tenderly. RUPERT! peace. to thee! My love shall hallow it ; It is a spell, [Re-enter Rupert from cave, anxiously listening] A potent spell, Swear ne'er to part with it. RUPERT (gazing) Ah! sounds remembered. RUPERT My brave companions! I swear! Till now, who ne'er Breath'd holy pray'r, [Enter Rhineberg, angrily, attended by Gnome at the same time Or sank on bended knee, Liba and Nymphs] They pray, They pray for me? Lurline CHORUS (in boat) Track 9 - Ah ! my father! Track 7 - Ave Maria! Benedicite! RHlNEBERG RUPERT (calling) Yes: traitress! 'tis thy father! Wilhelm! Wilhelm! Ah! no, they cannot hear; CHORUS (despondingly) They list with mortal ear. Behold! returned, our master!

CHORUS (in boat) RHINEBERG The wild wind blows, From this heart the life blood gusheth, The false tide flows, Fury's rage o'ercomes me so Ñ But never turn our hearts from thee. Quickly, as the whirlwind rusheth, Ave Maria! Benedicite! Will I prove his overthrow. Though the wind blow, Though the tide flow, LURLINE (kneeling) Never will go our heans from thee. Ah! for me, your victim spare: Ave Maria! Benedicite. Pardon, and forbear. [The boat disappears]

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RUPERT (raising her) Amid the gay enchanted scene, This lowly stut forbear- Forget me not, Nor breath, for me, one pray'r. LURLINE RHINEBERG Forget not tho'u, thine own Lurline! Your haughty scorn beware, Who pines alone in coral grot, Your life I will not spare: Amid yon gay, yon joyous scene, Ah! forget me not. CHORUS Pity and forbear: CHORUS For her your victimspare. Blushing breaks the early day; The barque awaits. LURLINE Away! Ah, no! on me your rage let fall: Forgiveness, I implore: [The early dawn throws a pink radiance on the winding river. Him to his father's hall— Rupert, attended by Gnome, who sits at the helm, takes his to thine arms restore: position on the deck. The sail-spread barque goes out, as Lurline, His life, in mercy, spare— overcome by grief sinks into the arms of Liba and Nymphs. My love shall all atone— Rhineberg watching the skiff, &c., &c.] My duty and my care, Shall, henceforth, be thine own. TABLEAU DROP SLOW

ENSEMBLE END OF ACT II LURLINE For me your victim spare ACT III

LIBA SCENE I Pardon and forbear, &c. Track 11 - Rupert's Castle—thunder at distance, mixed with distant horn RUPERT This lowly suit forbear, &c. [Enter Baron and Ghiva hastily]

RHINEBERG RECITATIVE Your haughty scorn, &c. BARON and GHIVA Track 12 - Heavens I what a fearful storm! CHORUS We must shelter find. Pity, &c. GHIVA No.22A See, there, a ft'iendly bower! Hark! a footstep. [Listening.] RHINEBERG Track 10 - Lurline, I yield me to thy will: BARON (frightened) My gold too, shall his coffers fill, Should it be a robber? Only, that his falsehood show, Thought alarming. True love these mortals ne'er can know: Yes thou shalt quickly see, GHIVA How frail is human constancy, Let's away! How transient mortal love can be. BARON CHORUS No! rather let us 'neath these spreading trees conceal ourselves. Hail! all hail! King of the Rhine! [They hurry into the bower. Enter Rupert.] We own thy power; We homage and tribute pay, SONG And all thy laws obey. RUPERT Track 13 - My home! my heart's first home! RHINEBERG Thy sky is ever clear; The barque awaitll, its airy sail No absence can o'ercome Spreads wide before the swelling gale. Thy scenes so bright, so dear; [Dawn commences. Points to it. ] Go, mortal, go: speed on thy way. The hills so oft in transport climb'd, See blushing breaks the rosy day. The woods I lov'd to roam, The bells that sweetly chim'd [A Vessel enters, conducted by Gnome, while other Gnomes My heart's own home! My home! convey from the cavern golden ingots, jewels, &c, with which, directed by Rhineberg, they fill the deck.] Though years unheeded fly, Wherever I may be, RUPERT (to Lurline) Fond mem'ry brings thee nigh, Forget me not, sweet Fairy Queen, And turns my heart to thee: In Qoral bow'r or crystal grot, And while life's dreamy fountains lut,

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Though wint'ry age may come, No.25 Thy spring can ne'er be past, My heart's own home! ENSEMBLE My home! CHORUS Track 15 - Gold and wine heal ev'ry care, RECITATIVE Aching heart and deep despair: RUPERT, BARON, GHIVA, and CHORUS Where's the eye that would riot shine, Lighted up with gold and wine. BARON Track 14 - That voice! 'tis Rupert's! BARON and GHIVA (apart) Gold can ransom every care, GHIVA Banish sorrow-charm despair. Not drown'd for love of me! [With chagrin.] Let but gold upon him shine, Really 11e'll be quite divine. BARON Hard-hearted monster! ZELIECK Not for me the festive dome; GHIVA No, the slave must hasten home. Let's avoid him! RUPERT (detaining him, apart) BARON Go! from this heart its fondest message bear— Yes, he is poor! Whisper it softly as a maiden's prayer, Say that my love till life's last throb shall last, GHIVA Earth fade away; and hope's sweet dream be past. And not so handsome as I thought! ZELIECK BARON Thy message fond, I bear Lurline. He comes—retire! (whisper's) Beware the love of the Water Queen.

Enter CHORUS [Goes back to skiff, and exeunt] RUPERT Ah, my friends! ENSEMBLE CHORUS Gold and wine, &c. CHORUS [They enter the Castle.] RUPERT! alive! RECITATIVE RUPERT GHIVA, RUPERT and BARON The same, but poorer still than ever! BARON Track 16 - We've made a slight mistake. CHORUS More welcome to our hearts; we thought you drown'd. GHIVA (pettishly) Don't say me, say you, RUPERT Saved by this charmed ring. BARON Hist, here he comes, Oh, what a noble presence! CHORUS A ring! GHIVA How handsome! RUPERT Comrades, I deceived you but to try your truth. BOTH I'm rich.,....behold! We greet you, noble Count! [Gold brought in by Gnome and Attendants in skiff. Baron peeping through leaves.] RUPERT The Lady Ghiva at poor Rupert’s door. GHIVA I've lost him and his gold. Oh, provoking! BARON Oh, tormenting! Woman's heart is feeble. Fond child, she loves but you.

BARON RUPERT Look there! Behold how vast his store of gold! (aside) And I love but Lurline! Oh, tormenting! BARON CHORUS (aside to Ghiva) Why don't you faint Ah, what wealth! See here! How vast his store of gold Long live RUPERT. GHIVA My feelings overcome me! RUPERT A cup of wine to pledge the pilot Of these mighty treasures.

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BARON RUPERT (distractedly) My child! she faints! she faints! Ah, what cry comes o'er the deep? Wailing from the storm apart, GHIVA Telling of fond eyes that weep Oh support me! O'er a mortal's erring heart.

BARON GHIVA (trembling) I haste for aid. [Exit Baron.] Ah! what cry comes through the deep, Wailing from the storm apart, DUET Scarce these eyes forbear to weep, RUPERT Terror thrills my troubled heart. Track 17 - Lady! let this arm sustain thee. Droop not, near these friendly tow'rs WILHELM and CHORUS OF VASSSALS (hurrying in.) Welcome sweet shall here enchain thee See the vivid lightning flashing, Revel gay, and joyous hours. List the waves the wild rocks dashing Come and share the banquet-seat. Master in, ere yet the storm Honest eyes that welcome shine Burst on thy unsheltered form, Hearts, though rough, that lowly beat [During the storm movement, all retreat into the castle] Welcome thee and thine! SCENE 2 GHIVA (seeing the ring) The Lurlei Berg. Moonlight. Ah! what gem, so brightly shining, [As the scene clears away, Lurline is discovered mournfully seated Seems o'er thee a spell to fling! o'er her harp.] Fitter, stue, for ladY's finger Were that strangely radiant ring. GRAND SCENA RECITATIVE RUPERT Track 18 - Sad as my soul, yon flood this dark rock laves, (confused) Ah! this ring. Seeming to mock, ill solemn pomp, my woe While spirit-groans, that rise from yawning waves, GHIVA Burst forth from restless lips, that sleep below, Let me, pray, its beauty see I heard them not till now! While he was here, RUPERT The music of his voice dispers'd all ill No, I dare not! Sweet spell of love!— Yes, while he was near GHIVA Yon phantoms slept (snatching ring off his finger) Dare not! Those waves lay hush'd and still, This my prize then shall it be. ANDANTE RUPERT Where art thou? Rupert, oh, my love! Oh, that sacred gift restore, Could'st thou see me desolate, Gift of one whom I adore. Wandering like some weary dove, Through the tempest, to her mate— GHIVA If not lov'd I'll be revenged, Buoyant, on affection's wing— Thou shalt wear it never more. Dear one, thou would'st hither fly; [Throws ring into the Rhine. A fearful peril of thunder, and vivid To thy fate this heart would cling— flashing of lightning, the waves swelling, in which Gnome seems to Near thee it were bliss to die. catch the ring.] AGITATO RUPERT Again, distracting to my sight, (frantically) Oh, despair. Wha,t hast thou done; Shadows of mist glide through the night; Her gage of love for ever gone. Shadows of those who 'neath the wave, Betrayed by me, here found a grave. [Shuddering.] GHIVA Whence this despair! What have I done PRAYER (kneeling) If 'twere a spell, 'tis better gone. Oh, thou, to whom this heart ne'er yet Turn'd in anguish or regret, ZELIECK The past forgive, the future spare. On his brow be lightning flashing, Oh! leave me not forlorn in grief Stormy waves his castle lashing. Make Thou my life Thy future care. Send this blighted heart CHORUS of Storm Spirits Spirit, heal' my prayer. False one, false one, on thy head Every shaft of vengeance fall; RECITATIVE Seek thy rest on sorrow's bed, Track 19 - Oh ! welcome gentle Hope, I feel Demon forms thy senses pall: Thy holy influence o'er me steal. Vengeance on his head we call! [Rising.] Vengeance on him fall.

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ALLEGRO MOLTO LURLINE As a bounding barque, From thee to part. [Throwing herself into his Arms.] When the light wind blows, Oh! deep remorse. Though clouds look dark, On her voyage goes, RHINEBERG So this beating heart Go! and kind stars direct thy course. Shall, despite each care, With Hope depart, QUARTETT-ENSEMBLE And brave despair. LURLINE Track 21 - Though the world with transport bless me Ñ Yes, Rupert, yes, Love requited, though I find I Naiad: life forego, Not one heart can ere possess me, Oil earth to share Dearer than I leave behind. Thy happiness or woe. LIBA Enter Gnome and Liba Though yon world with transport bless thee— Gayer hearts though there you find— LIBA (pointing) Not one heart can ere caress thee— Track 20 - Behold: our mistress! Truer than those left behind. Oh, glad surprise! Joy beams, once more, in those dear eyes! RHINEBERG Should the world with sorrow try thee, ZELIECK Think of those thou leav'st behind: Ah! woe.is me. I scarcely dare, Friends whose hearts will ne'er deny thee, Impart the fatal news I bear. Though all else may prove unkind.

LURLINE ZELIECK (seeing him) Ah! from Rupert? Though yon faithless world caress thee Pleasure's wreath thy brow may bind ZELIECK One day of return will bless thee (sadly) Came I now. Brighter than on earth thou'lt find. [Lurline taking up her harp—she embraces her father and goes LURLINE out. King and others retire.] (eagerly) Happy tidings bringest thou? LAST SCENE RUPERT'S ZELIECK Castle, conducting by a portal to the foot of an ancient bridge, Mistress, no! which crosses the Rhine. The scene is decorated for a fete with He loves another! flowers, lamps, &c. Tables with refreshments. Guests seated, Valets waiting A dance proceeding, &c. LURLINE False fiend! say not so. CHORUS-DANCERS Track 22 - Now with joy each bosom beating, ZELIECK Thus the festive dance we twine 'Tis but the truth! Mirth partaking—sweet smiles greeting This ring confirms the truth On the flow'ry banks of Rhine. My lips impart. [Giving the ring] Sing and dance,aucllaugh and play, LURLINE and LIBA It is Rupert's natal day. Ah! faithless heart! [Sinks against rock] Ah, faithless heart! CONSPIRATORS (at table-playing dice, &c.) While in joy and pleasure dreaming, [Enter Rhineberg, hastily] Thus the festive dance they twine, We, in secret, darkly scheming, RHINEBERG On the banks of Father Rhine, Whence those looks with anguish fraught? Plot to wrench, from Rupert's hold, All his hoarded store of gold. LURLINE Heart conceal thine inmost thought! [Enter Rupert, crossing the bridge, from the Castle, gorgeously attired, but evidently pale and dejected. All rise and bow, &c., as he RHINEBERG comes down centre.] Love, fatal passion of the world, is thine. Oh, 'tis a charm all fly in vain, RUPERT When youth and fancy, both alike, combine Welcome to this happy meeting! To link its rosy chain: Mirth, with song, and dance combine: And she, who rur'd love's victims to the wave, While I render kindly greeting, Must, in her turn, become love's slave. On the flow'ry banks of Rhine, Go! quit thy native stream, and learn Go! rejoice, while here I stay, How frail is mortal love. Grateful task, the host to play.

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[Pointing Ruper and Liba, they retire, the CONSPIRATORS only But thy punishment is near. enter across the bridge into the Castle.] RUPERT GRAND DUETTO Ah, I what say'st thou? RUPERT (alone) Lurline! LURLINE Track 23 - Lurline! My naiad queen! Friends most lov'd will thee betray, This heart is wand'ring still with thee! Seek to take thy life away. Despite this gay and golden scene, Love, hope, pity, all decay Thy coral cave, From hearts when insincere. Thy bower green, My happier home wonld be. RUPERT Lurline, I sigh for thee. Ah! what hear I? Misery! Pity, friendship, love denied, [Sits, pensively, at a side table. Enter Lurline, her harp on her Lost to thee; shoulder. She strikes a chord.] Oh, agony! Come death my cruel doom decide. [Draws dagger] LURLINE Self devoted at thy feet, RUPERT! Atoning let me lie! Fated, no more, thy smile to greet. RUPERT Nought is left me but to die. (starting) Ah! that voice! Yes! thus, Lurline, for thee I die. 'Tis Lurline! [Attempts to stab himself] Can it be thou, thou art here? [Joyfully] LURLINE Hence with sorrow! hence with pain! (staying his hand) Stay! stay thy hand; no more despair, Ever more this fond heart near! Though from thee wealth and friendship go; Thou with love shalt now remain Thou still hast left thy fate to share, We'll never part again, One heart that falsehood ne'er can know. No! we'll never part again! [Giving him back ring] [Advancing to embrace her, slve drops her harp, and avoids him.] For, oh! I love thee still, LURLINE And thus my pledge of truth restore. Nay, restore that charmed ring, May it thy breast with rapture fill: [Smiling Given when we parted last: But guard it better than before. Back to mem'ry let it bring All the sweet dream of the past. RUPERT (passionately) Thou lovest me still? My life! my soul! RUPERT Thus, at thy feet, behold me fall: (confused) Said'st thou that ring restore Anguish no more my life control. She loves me! that repays for all. LURLINE Pledge of thy truth LURLINE It would I see onoe more, Yes, I love thee, &c.

RUPERT ENSEMBLE By our days of happiness, We meet again, no more to part Truly, in angnish, I confess, Of joy flows back the golden tide. Thy ring no longer I possess; Love's garland binds us heart to heart- 'Tis gone! Alas! 'tis lost! And peace and bliss in smiles allied. We meet no more to part, LURLINE Bliss o'erflows each beating heart. Lost! We meet no more to part.

RUPERT LURLINE Yes; a jealous rival's art Ah! think what peril waits thee here Tore the solemn gift apart, For thee my bosum thrills with fear. You waves the treasure cast. RUPERT LURLINE Blest with thy love, I know no fear (bitterly) Traitor I give me back my troth, [Enter Baron and Ghiva, in fete dresses over the bridge. Since those vows, once dear to both, Lurline running to her harp.] Thy falsehood hath destroy'd. Give me baek my sky of blue, BARON & GHIVA Tranquil ere thy face I knew, Track 24 - O! Rupert! In the forest! And teach, oh teach me, to renew We overheard them The peace I once enjoy'd. Vile assassins! Vengeance I could o'er thee shed, Thy friends Draw down tempests on thy head; Behold!

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They come to claim thy gold Best treasure of the Rhine. Thy life! [Joins their hands.]

RUPERT CHORUS My life! Hurrah! hurrah ! What ho! My vassals! [Calling.] GHlVA, BARON, WILHELM, CHORUS BARON & GHIVA O, sing once more, that song divine, In the forest-all Whose fairy notes enchant the Rhine. Are far beyond thy call! List to Lurline, The Water Queen. [Assasins enter on bridge] LURLINE RUPERT (drawing sword) Flow on! Flow On! My sword defend me! Thou lovely Rhine; The spell hath ceased, ASSASINS Which made me thine. RUPERT! thy gold! or thou shalt die. Oh, smile, enchanting scene! While young and fond heats beat, LURLINE Or pure and gentle lips repeat Fear them not! The legend of Lurline! Lurline! BARON & GHIVA They come! Oh, fly! CHORUS Hark! she sings once more: RUPERT That spell divine! (to Lurline) Hence! Let me die! Hark! her fairy voice Near thee I'll die. Enchants the Rhine! 'Tis Lurline! LURLINE The glory of the Rhine! (striking her harp wildly) Lurline! Lurline!

INCANTATION CURTAIN FALLS Wild waters, from your fountains rise; Oh, Rhine, obey my earnest cry; Sweep, clouds, across avenging skies; Burst, thunder, from above; Waves, their destruction prove. Let them die! die!

[At the commencement this wild incantation, RUPERT, BARON, and GHIVA appear as if transfixed by the spell-as do also the CONSPIRATORS on the bridge, their upraised daggers gleaming in their hands. The dashing and furious waves rise higher and higher, till they bury the bridge and CONSPIRATORS, As the waves sink to their original level, Rhineberg, Gnome, Liba, and Water Spirits, on a bank of Coral supply the places of the drowned. Enter all the Company of the fête.]

RUPERT (tenderly) Oh! Lurline! saved by thee.

GHIVA (gazing) Lurline?

CHORUS Lurline!

LURLINE (to RUPERT) Thy courage and thy truth, Claim all my love. [Seeing Rhineberg] Ah! my father.

RHINEBERG Yes; thy fond father, To Rodolph's hand here cometh to resign, By love and fate decreed, His child, Lurline,