GILBERT SULLIVAN H.M.S. Pinafore THE OHIO LIGHT OPERA J. Lynn Thompson Steven Daigle CONDUCTOR ARTISTIC DIRECTOR H.M.S. PINAFORE Music...... Sir Arthur Sullivan PROGRAM NOTES ...... Raymond McCall Libretto...... W.S. Gilbert H.M.S. Pinafore has been the most frequently OHIO LIGHT OPERA performed work at The Ohio Light Opera and an audience favorite on both sides of the Atlantic Artistic Director...... Steven A. Daigle Conductor...... J. Lynn Thompson since 1878. Its initial run in London prompted Stage Director...... Julie Wright Costa numerous unauthorized productions in this Choreographer...... Carol Hageman country where Sullivan’s melodies were played by Costume Designer...... Adrienne Jones organ grinders and Gilbert’s lyrics became tag lines Scenic Designer...... Kimberly V. Powers for would-be comedians. Meanwhile, the creators Lighting Designer...... Michael Banks earned not one penny in royalties! Sound Designer...... Andy Kauff To counter this piracy and to demonstrate Production Stage Manager..Katie Humphrey the superiority of the authentic version, London

CAST: producer Richard D’Oyly Carte decided to bring a Sir Joseph Porter...... Ted Christopher company to New York. On December 1, 1879, at Ralph Rackstraw...... Stephen Faulk the Fifth Avenue Theatre, Sullivan conducted the Josephine...... Natalie Ballenger score as he intended it to be heard and Gilbert, on Captain Corcoran...... Stefan Gordon stage in a sailor’s costume, made sure the chorus Dick Deadeye...... Edward Hanlon moved properly. The packed house roared its ap- Little Buttercup...... Alexa Devlin proval and Carte boasted in newspaper ads the Boatswain...... Ezra Bershatsky next day: “New life given to the merry opera.” Mate...... Nathan Brian Cousin Hebe...... Olivia Maughan Yet, in fact, Pinafore almost sank after its British launching in May of the previous year. The ENSEMBLE: Tara Austin, Ezra Bershatsky, Nathan reviews were condescending—”A frothy pro- Brian, Alexia Butler, Janie Crick, Sarah Diller, Nadia Fayad, Luke Hefner, Hannah Kurth, Gregory duction destined soon to subside into nothing- LaMontagne, Andrew Maughan, Olivia Maughan, ness,” wrote The Daily Telegraph. Wendy Muir, Christopher Nelson, Garrett Obrycki, Sullivan, however, stirred up interest by con- Tanya Roberts, Tara Sperry, Clark Sturdevant, ducting a medley of Pinafore extracts at a Covent Alexander Turpin. Garden Promenade Concert. Indeed, the box . ❦ 2 ❦ office soon prospered to such an extent that some of Carte’s originally-nervous investors attempted a bizaare act of piracy by hiring thugs to steal the show’s set during a run of performances, for use in a rival production! Gilbert’s satire is fun, but his jabs at glib, hypocritical egalitarianism strike home even today. Sir Joseph proclaims the principle that “a British sailor is any man’s equal—excepting mine,” but Dick Deadeye may be more on the mark with his reply: “When people have to Sir Arthur Sullivan (left) and W.S. Gilbert obey other people’s orders, equality is out of the question. ”No matter: Sullivan’s wonderful score guarantees a voyage without the dangers of wrecks or sea-sickness. Whether in “We Sail the Ocean Blue,” the opening chorus that rhyth- mically invites the listener to come on board; the Mozartean eloquence of Josephine’s “Sorry Her Lot;” the mock heroics of “For He is an Englishman;” or the infectious gaiety of ”Never Mind the Why and Wherefore,” the music retains its freshness after thousands of performances.

PRODUCER’S NOTE: For seventeen seasons—nearly half OLO’s thirty-five year history—I’ve looked forward to making my annual trip out to Wooster to record their wonderful productions. With Pinafore, we are nearing the completion of the entire G&S repertoire. It wasn’t our intention to record them all when we started in the 90s with Princess Ida (featuring Julie Wright and Ted Christopher in the lead roles), but it has happily worked out that way. Because of the fine precision of these pro- ductions and the talent onstage and in the pit, for me, arriving toward the end of the summer, putting these things onto disc is both joyful and straight-forward. Steve Daigle and J. Lynn Thompson make all OLO’s resources available; the sessions tend to go like clockwork. Indeed, we “run” the music onstage, usually in a single take, and in that sense the results are “live” recording. It’s a stimulating undertaking and Albany Records is proud of our ever-growing Ohio Light Opera oeuvre. John Ostendorf ❦ 3 ❦ PLOT SYNOPSIS is any man’s equal (except his Captain is led off in disgrace and ACT I. own) and should be treated with matters are only made worse Aboard the deck of the H.M.S. politeness and without recourse when Ralph declares his love for Pinafore, anchored off Ports- to bad language or abuse. This Josephine—Sir Joseph’s own mouth, Little Buttercup sells inspires Ralph to declare his love intended. The day is saved when sweets and tobacco to the high- for Josephine, who, after Ralph Little Buttercup confesses that spirited crew. Seaman Ralph threatens to do himself in, re- years ago she fostered two Rackstraw alone is moody, hope- turns his feeling. The couple youths from vastly different lessly attracted to the Captain’s determine to elope that very social backgrounds. In caring daughter Josephine. She knows night. Things seem rosy. for them, she mixed the babies of his affections, but pride and ACT II. up. She reveals that these two the difference in their rank pre- The treacherous Dick Deadeye (the lowly Ralph and the priv- vents her from revealing this. betrays the couple’s intentions ileged Captain) have reversed Meanwhile, Josephine’s hand is to the Captain who catches identities. Learning that Joseph- sought in marriage by the First them before they can carry out ine is actually the daughter of a Lord of the Admiralty, Sir Joseph their plan. Furious at Ralph, humble seaman, Sir Joseph now Porter who arrives with his troop Captain Corcoran utters a swear gladly allows Ralph—Captain of female relatives in tow. Sir word which is unfortunately Rackstraw—to wed her. All Joseph feels that a British sailor overheard by Sir Joseph. The ends happily.

FROM THE ARTISTIC DIRECTOR For 35 years The Ohio Light everything: a well-known and Wooster, its community and Opera has been dedicated to lesser-known Gilbert and Sulli- nearly 700,000 patrons who producing, promoting and pre- van, a Viennese operetta, a have championed the company's serving the best of the traditional French operetta, an American dedication to operetta have given operetta repertoire. In any sum- operetta and a revival of a long- OLO a reputation that reaches mer season, 20,000 patrons forgotten work that is given a internationally. In no small way, come to hear and see more than much-deserved rebirth for an Albany Records has added to the sixty performances of seven appreciative audience. This CD company’s success. The company productions on the beautiful set will hopefully give the oper- and the operetta art form are campus of The College of etta aficionado a taste of what indebted to John Ostendorf and Wooster in Ohio. These shows makes this company unique. Albany for their commitment. offer the operetta fan a little of The support of the College of Steven Daigle ❦ 4 ❦ H.M.S. PINAFORE I’ve snuff and tobaccy, DIALOGUE Track 4 And excellent jacky, Boatswain, Sailors OVERTURE Track 1 I’ve scissors and watches and knives. Aye, Little Buttercup, and well ACT I I’ve ribbons and laces called, for you’re the rosiest, the Quarter-deck of H.M.S. Pinafore, To set off the faces of roundest, and the reddest beauty off Portsmouth. Pretty young sweethearts and wives. in all Spithead. Aye...! OPENING Track 2 I’ve treacle and toffee, Buttercup Sailors I’ve tea and I’ve coffee, Red, am I? and round, and rosy! We sail the ocean blue, Soft tommy and succulent chops. Maybe, for I have dissembled well! And our saucy ship’s a beauty. I’ve chickens and conies, But hark ye, my merry friend. Hast We’re sober men and true, And pretty polonies, ever thought that beneath a gay And attentive to our duty. And excellent peppermint drops. and frivolous exterior there may When the balls whistle free Then buy of your Buttercup, lurk a canker-worm which is slowly O’er the bright blue sea, Dear Little Buttercup. but surely eating its way into one’s We stand to our guns all day. Sailors should never be shy. very heart? When at anchor we ride So, buy of your Buttercup, Boatswain On the Portsmouth tide, Poor Little Buttercup. No, my lass, I can’t say I ever We’ve plenty of time to play. Ahoy! Come, of your Buttercup buy! thought that. We sail the ocean blue... Dick Deadeye (entering) I’ve thought it often. SCENE Track 3 Buttercup Buttercup (enters, with a basket Yes, you look like it! What’s the on her arm) matter with the man? Isn’t he well? Hail, men-o’-war’s men, safe-guards Boatswain of your nation. Here is an end at last Don’t take no heed of him; that’s of all privation: you’ve got your pay, only poor Dick Deadeye. spare all you can afford to welcome Dick Deadeye Little Buttercup on board. I say, it’s a beast of a name, ain’t it: I’m called Little Buttercup, Dick Deadeye? Dear Little Buttercup, Buttercup Though I could never tell why. It’s not a nice name. But still I’m called Buttercup, Dick Deadeye Poor little Buttercup, And I’m ugly too, ain’t I? Sweet Little Buttercup, I. Little Buttercup (Alexa Devlin) (She looks him over.) ❦ 5 ❦ Buttercup faltering feet with difficulty bear You are certainly plain. him on his course? Dick Deadeye Boatswain And I’m three-cornered too, ain’t I? That is the smartest lad in all the Buttercup fleet—Ralph Rackstraw! You are rather triangular. Buttercup (aside) Dick Deadeye Ralph! That name! Remorse! Ha! ha! That’s it. I’m ugly, and they Remorse! hate me for it; for you all do hate Ralph (enters, sadly) me, don’t you? The nightingale Sailors Sighed for the moon’s bright ray, We do! And told his tale Dick Deadeye In his own melodious way! There! He sang “Ah, well-a-day!” Boatswain Ralph Rackstraw (Stephen Faulk) Sailors Well, Dick, we wouldn’t go for to He sang “Ah, well-a-day!” Ralph, then Men hurt any fellow-creature’s feelings, Ralph A maiden fair to see, but you can’t expect a chap with The lowly vale The pearl of minstrelsy, such a name as Dick Deadeye to be For the mountain vainly sighed. A bud of blushing beauty, a popular character, now can you? To his humble wail For whom proud nobles sigh, Dick Deadeye The echoing hills replied. And with each other vie No. They sang “Ah, well-a-day!” To do her menial’s duty. Boatswain Sailors A suitor, lowly born, It’s asking too much, ain’t it? They sang “Ah, well-a-day!” With hopeless passion torn, Dick Deadeye Ralph And poor beyond denying, It is. From such a face and form as I know the value of a kindly chorus, Has dared for her to pine mine the noblest sentiments sound but choruses yield little consolation At whose exalted shrine like the black utterances of a de- when we have pain and sorrow too A world of wealth is sighing. praved imagination. It’s human before us! I love and love, alas, Unlearned he in aught nature. I’m resigned. above my station! Save that which love has taught Buttercup, Sailors (For love had been his tutor), SCENE Track 5 He loves, and loves a lass above Oh, pity, pity me, Buttercup (looking off) his station! Yes, yes... Our captain’s daughter she, But tell me, who’s the youth whose And I that lowly suitor...! ❦ 6 ❦ DIALOGUE Track 6 Boatswain Ah, my poor lad, you’ve climbed too high: our worthy captain’s child won’t have nothin’ to say to a poor chap like you. Will she, lads? Sailors No... Dick No, no. Captains’ daughters don’t marry foremast hands. Ralph confronts Dick Deadeye (Edward Hanlon). Captain Corcoran (Stefan Gordon) Sailors (recoiling from him) come on deck; let us greet him as Captain Shame! Shame! so brave an officer and so gallant a You’re very, very good, Boatswain seaman deserves. And be it understood, Dick Deadeye, them sentiments o’ I command a right good crew. SCENE Track 7 yourn are a disgrace to our com- Men mon natur.’ Captain (arriving) We’re very, very good... Ralph My gallant crew, good morning! Captain But it’s a strange anomaly that the Men (saluting). Though related to a peer, daughter of a man who hails from Sir, good morning! I can handle, reef, and steer, the quarter-deck may not love Captain And ship a selvagee. another who lays out on the fore- I hope you’re all quite well. I am never known to quail yard arm. For a man is but a man, Men . At the fury of a gale, whether he hoists his flag at the main- Quite well, and you, sir? And I’m never, never sick at sea! truck or his slacks on the main deck. Captain Men Dick I am in reasonable health, and What, never? Ah, it’s a queer world! happy to meet you all once more. Captain Ralph Men No, never! Dick Deadeye, I have no desire to You do us proud, sir! Men press hardly on you, but such a What, never? Captain revolutionary sentiment is enough Captain I am the Captain of the Pinafore. to make an honest sailor shudder. Well...hardly ever! Men Boatswain Men And a right good captain, too! My lads, our gallant captain has He’s hardly ever sick at sea! ❦ 7 ❦ Then give three cheers, deep than common. Confide in me. BALLAD Track 9 And one cheer more, Fear not, I am a mother! Josephine (has entered, sadly) For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore! Captain Sorry her lot who loves too well, Captain Yes, Little Buttercup, I’m sad and Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly. I do my best to satisfy you all. sorry. My daughter Josephine, the Sad are the sighs that own the spell, Men fairest flower that ever blossomed Uttered by eyes that speak too And with you we’re quite content. on ancestral timber, is sought in plainly... Heavy the sorrow that bows the head Captain marriage by Sir Joseph Porter, our When love is alive and hope is dead...! You’re exceedingly polite, Admiralty’s First Lord, but for some Sad is the hour when sets the sun. And I think it only right reason she does not seem to tackle Dark is the night To return the compliment. kindly to it. To earth’s poor daughters, Men Buttercup When to the ark the wearied one We’re exceedingly polite, Ah, poor Sir Joseph! Ah, I know Flies from the empty waste of waters! And he thinks it’s only right... too well the anguish of a heart Sad is the hour... Heavy the sorrow... Captain that loves but vainly! But see, here Bad language or abuse, comes your most attractive daugh- DIALOGUE Track 10 I never, never use, ter. I go. Farewell! (She leaves.) Captain Whatever the emergency; Captain (looking after her). My child, I grieve to see that you are Though “Bother it” I may A plump and pleasing person! a prey to melancholy. You should Occasionally say, I never use a big, big “D.” Men, Captain What, never...? Hardly ever swears a big, big “D.” Then give three cheers, And one cheer more, For the well-bred Captain Of the Pinafore...! (The sailors go.)

RECITATIVE Track 8 Buttercup (has returned) Sir, you are sad! The silent eloquence of yonder tear that trembles on your eyelash proclaims a sorrow far more Captain with Little Buttercup Josephine (Natalie Ballenger) ❦ 8 ❦ look your best today, for Sir Joseph coerce my daughter. I attach but Take this, his photograph, with you: Porter, K.C.B., will be here this after- little value to rank or wealth, but the it may help to bring you to a more noon to claim your promised hand. line must be drawn somewhere. A reasonable frame of mind. (goes) Josephine man in that station may be brave Josephine (going) Ah, father, your words cut me to and worthy, but at every step he My own thoughtful father! the quick. I can esteem, reverence, would commit solecisms which venerate Sir Joseph, for he is a great society could never pardon. CHORUS Track 11 and good man; but oh, I cannot Josephine Sir Joseph’s Female Relatives love him! My heart is already given. Oh, I have thought of this night and (heard from afar) Captain day. But fear not, father: I have a Over the bright blue sea It is then as I feared. Given? And to heart, and therefore I love; but I am Comes Sir Joseph Porter, K.C.B. whom? Not some gilded lordling? your daughter, and therefore I am Wherever he may go, Josephine proud. Though I carry my love with Bang-bang the loud nine-pounders go! No, father. The object of my love is me to the tomb, he shall never, Shout o’er the bright blue sea no lordling. Oh, pity me, for he is never know it. For Sir Joseph Porter, K.C.B.... but a humble sailor on board your Captain Sailors (have returned on deck) own ship! You are my daughter after all. But Sir Joseph’s barge is seen, see, Sir Joseph’s barge approaches, And its crowd of blushing beauty. Captain manned by twelve trusty oarsmen We hope he’ll find us clean, Impossible! and accompanied by the admiring And attentive to our duty. Josephine crowd of sisters, cousins, and aunts We sail, we sail the ocean blue... Yes, it is true, too true. that attend him wherever he goes. And quite devoid of fe-ar, Captain Retire, my daughter, to your cabin. In all the Royal N. A common sailor? Oh fie! Josephine I blush for the weakness that allows me to cherish such a passion. I hate myself when I think of the depth to which I have stooped in permitting myself to think tenderly of one so ignobly born, but I love him..! Captain Come, my child, let us talk this over. In a matter of the heart I would not Sir Joseph Porter’s female relatives arrive and dance with the Sailors. ❦ 9 ❦ None are so smart as we are. Sir Joseph Ladies (entering, flirt with the men) I polished up that handle so carefully Gaily tripping, lightly skipping, That now I am the Ruler Flock the maidens to the shipping... Of the Queen’s Navee! Men All Flags and guns and pennants dipping, He polished... All the ladies love the shipping. Sir Joseph Ladies As office boy I made such a mark Sailors sprightly, always rightly That they gave me the post Welcome ladies so politely... Of a junior clerk. Men I served the writs with a smile so Ladies who can smile so brightly, bland, Sailors welcome most politely... And I copied all the letters In a big, round hand. SCENE Track 12 All Captain, All Sir Joseph Porter, K.C.B. (Ted Christopher) He copied... Now give three cheers. Sir Joseph I’ll lead the way. Hurrah...! Sir Joseph I copied all the letters But when the breezes blow, Sir Joseph (arriving) In a hand so free, I generally go below, I am the Monarch of the Sea, That now I am the Ruler of the And seek the seclusion The ruler of the Queen’s Navee, Queen’s Navee! That a cabin grants! Whose praise Great Britain All All Loudly chants. He copied... And so do his sisters... Cousin Hebe, Ladies, All Sir Joseph, then All And we are his sisters, In serving writs I made such a name Sir Joseph And his cousins and his aunts! That an articled clerk I soon became. When I was a lad, I served a term Sir Joseph I wore clean collars As office boy to an Attorney’s firm. When at anchor here I ride, And a brand new suit I cleaned the windows My bosom swells with pride, For the pass examination And I swept the floor, And I snap my fingers At the Institute... And I polished up the handle At a foeman’s taunts; That pass examination Of the big front door. Hebe, All Did so well for me, that now... All And so do his sisters, Of legal knowledge He polished up... And his cousins and his aunts...! I acquired such a grip ❦ 10 ❦ That they took me Captain because an accident of birth has Into the partnership. A splendid fellow indeed, Sir Joseph. placed you above them and them And that junior partnership, I ween, Sir Joseph below you. Was the only ship I ever had seen... I hope you treat your crew kindly, Captain But that kind of ship so suited me, Captain Corcoran. I am the last person to insult a That now... Captain British sailor, Sir Joseph. I grew so rich that I was sent Indeed, I hope so, Sir Joseph. Sir Joseph By a pocket borough into Parliament. Sir Joseph You are the last person who did, I always voted at my party’s call, Never forget that they are the Captain Corcoran. Desire that And I never thought of thinking bulwarks of England’s greatness, splendid seaman to step forward. For myself at all... Captain Corcoran. (Dick Deadeye limps up.) I thought so little they rewarded me Captain Sir Joseph (indicating Ralph) By making me... So I have always considered them, No, no, the other splendid seaman. Now, landsmen all, Sir Joseph. Captain Whoever you may be, Sir Joseph Ralph Rackstraw, three paces to the If you want to rise No bullying, I trust—no strong front, march! To the top of the tree, language of any kind, eh? Sir Joseph (sternly) If your soul isn’t fettered Captain If... what? To an office stool, Never, Sir Joseph. Captain Be careful to be guided Sir Joseph I beg your pardon. I don’t think I By this golden rule: What, never? understand you. “Stick close to your desks Captain Sir Joseph And never go to sea, Well, hardly ever, Sir Joseph. They If you please. And you all may be rulers...” are an excellent crew, and do their Captain work thoroughly without it. Oh, yes, of course. If you please. SCENE Track 13 Sir Joseph (Ralph steps forward.) Sir Joseph Don’t patronize them, sir. Pray, Sir Joseph You’ve a remarkably fine crew, don’t patronize them. You’re a remarkably fine fellow. Captain Corcoran. Captain Ralph Captain Certainly not, Sir Joseph. Yes, your honour. It is a fine crew, Sir Joseph. Sir Joseph Sir Joseph Sir Joseph That you are their captain is an And a first-rate seaman, I’ll be bound. A British sailor is a splendid fellow, accident of birth. I cannot permit Ralph Captain Corcoran. these noble fellows to be patronized There’s not a smarter topman in the ❦ 11 ❦ Navy, your honour; though I say it, British sailor is any man’s equal, DIALOGUE Track 14 who shouldn’t. excepting mine. And now, Captain Boatswain Sir Joseph Corcoran, a word with you in your Ah! Sir Joseph’s a true gentleman— Not at all. Proper self-respect, cabin, on a tender and sentimental courteous and considerate to the nothing more. Can you dance a subject. very humblest. hornpipe? Captain Ralph Ralph Aye, aye, Sir Joseph. Boatswain, True, Boatswain, but we are not the No, your honour. in commemoration of this joyous very humblest. Sir Joseph has ex- Sir Joseph occasion, see that extra grog is plained our true position to us. As That’s a pity: all sailors should dance served out to the ship’s company he says, a British seaman is any hornpipes. I will teach you one this at seven bells. man’s equal excepting his, and if evening, after dinner. Now tell me— Boatswain Sir Joseph says that, is it not our don’t be afraid—how does your Beg pardon. If what, your honour? duty to believe him? captain treat you, eh? Captain All Ralph If what? I don’t think I under- Well spoke! well spoke! A better captain don’t walk the stand you. Dick Deadeye deck, your honour. Boatswain You’re on a wrong tack, and so is Sailors If you please, your honour. he. He means well, but he don’t Aye, aye! Captain know. When people have to obey Sir Joseph What! other people’s orders, equality’s Good. I like to hear you speak well Sir Joseph out of the question. of your commanding officer; I dare- The gentleman is quite right. If All (recoiling). say he don’t deserve it, but still, it you please. Horrible! horrible! does you credit. Can you sing? Captain Boatswain Ralph If you please! Dick Deadeye, if you go for to I can hum a little, your honour. Sir Joseph Sir Joseph infuriate this here ship’s company For I hold that on the seas, Then hum this at your leisure. (gives too far, I won’t answer for being The expression, “If you please,” him music) It is a song that I have able to hold ’em in. I’m shocked! A particularly gentlemanly tone composed for the use of the Royal that’s what I am, shocked! implants. Navy. It is designed to encourage Ralph Hebe, All independence of thought and action Messmates, my mind’s made up. And so do his sisters... (The ladies in the lower branches of the service, I’ll speak to the captain’s daughter, and Sir Joseph go off.) and to teach the principle that a and tell her like an honest man, of ❦ 12 ❦ the honest love I have for her. And his throat should growl, All His hair should twirl Aye, aye! And his face should scowl, Ralph His eyes should flash Is not my love as good as another’s? And his breast protrude, Is not my heart as true as another’s? And this should be Have I not hands and eyes and ears His customary attitude. and limbs like another? Sailors All HIS foot should... (All dance off, Aye, Aye! leaving Ralph alone.) Ralph

True, I lack birth... Frederick (at left), Boatswain (Ezra Ber- DIALOGUE Track 16 Boatswain shaksky) and Mate (Nathan Brian, at right) Josephine (entering) You’ve a berth on board this very ship. His energetic fist should be ready It is useless. Sir Joseph’s attentions Ralph To resist a dictatorial word. nauseate me. I know that he is a Well said. I had forgotten that. His nose should pant truly great and good man—for he Messmates, what do you say? Do And his lip should curl, told me so himself—but to me he you approve my determination? His cheeks should flame seems tedious, fretful, and dic- All And his brow should furl, tatorial. Yet his must be a mind of We do. His bosom should heave no common order, or he would Dick Deadeye And his heart should glow, not dare to teach my dear father to I don’t. And his fist be ever ready dance a hornpipe on the cabin table. Boatswain For a knock-down blow. (sees Ralph) Ralph Rackstraw! What is to be done with this here Sailors Ralph hopeless chap? Let us sing him the His nose should... (hornpipe) Aye, lady—no other than poor song that Sir Joseph has kindly All Three Ralph Rackstraw! composed for us. Perhaps that will His eyes should flash Josephine (aside) bring this ‘ere miserable creetur’ to With an inborn fire, How my heart beats! (aloud) And a proper state of mind. His brow with scorn be wrung; why poor, Ralph? He never should bow down Ralph TRIO Track 15 To a domineering frown I am poor in the essence of hap- Ralph, Boatswain, Mate, Men Or the tang of a tyrant tongue. piness, lady: rich only in never- A British tar is a soaring soul, His foot should stamp ending unrest. In me there meet a As free as a mountain bird. combination of antithetical ele- ❦ 13 ❦ ments which are at eternal war with Josephine To scorn in union holy, one another. Driven hither by objec- Sir, this audacity! (aside) Oh, my Were he more highly born tive influences, thither by subjective heart, my beating heart! (to him) Or I more lowly...! emotions, wafted one moment This unwarrantable presumption on Ralph, then Both into blazing day by mocking hope, the part of a common sailor! (aside) Proud lady, have your way, plunged the next into the Cimerian Common! oh, the irony of the word! Unfeeling beauty! darkness of tangible despair, I am (to him) Oh, sir, you forget the You speak and I obey: it is my duty! but a living ganglion of irrecon- disparity in our ranks. I am the lowliest tar cilable antagonisms. I hope I make Ralph That sails the water, myself clear, lady? I forget nothing, haughty lady. I love And you, proud maiden, are Josephine you desperately, my life is in your My captain’s daughter...! Perfectly! (aside) His simple elo- hands. I lay it at your feet! Give me (aside) My heart with anguish torn quence goes to my heart. Oh, if I hope, and what I lack in education Bows down before her... dared, but no, the thought is and polite accomplishments, that I She laughs my love to scorn, madness! (to him) Dismiss these will endeavor to acquire. Drive me Yet I adore her...! (She goes.) foolish fancies, they torture you but to despair, and in death alone shall needlessly. Come, make one effort. I look for consolation. I am proud FINALE Track 18 Ralph and cannot stoop to implore. I have Ralph I will—one. Josephine! spoken and I wait your word. Can I survive this overbearing Josephine (indignantly). Josephine Or live a life of mad despairing, Sir! You shall not wait long. Your prof- My proffered love despised, rejected? Ralph fered love I haughtily reject. Go, sir, No, no, it’s not to be expected! Aye, even though Jove’s armory and learn to cast your eyes on some (calling off) Messmates, ahoy! were launched at the head of the village maiden in your own poor Come here! Come here! audacious mortal whose lips, un- rank. They should be lowered be- All (entering suddenly) hallowed by relationship, dared to fore your captain’s daughter! Aye, aye, my boy, breathe that precious word, yet What cheer, what cheer? DUET Track 17 would I breathe it once, and then Now tell us, pray, without delay, Josephine perchance be silent evermore. What does she say...? Refrain, audacious tar, Josephine, in one brief breath I will Ralph (to Hebe) Your suit from pressing. concentrate the hopes, the doubts, The maiden treats my suit with scorn, Remember what you are the anxious fears of six weary Rejects my humble gift, milady. And whom addressing...! months. Josephine, I am a British She says I am ignobly born, (aside) I’d laugh my rank sailor, and I love you! And cuts my hopes adrift, milady. ❦ 14 ❦ All When I am gone, oh, prithee tell Oh joy, oh rapture unforeseen, Oh, cruel one... The maid that as I died, For now the sky is all serene; Dick Deadeye (enters) I loved her well! (turning away, The god of day, the orb of love, She spurns your suit? Oho! Oho! AllAll Has hung his ensign high above, I told you so... Of life, alas! his leave... (Boatswain The sky is all ablaze. All hands a loaded pistol to Ralph.) With wooing words and loving song, Shall they submit? Are they but slaves? Ralph We’ll chase the lagging hours along, Love comes alike to high and low. Be warned, my messmates, all And if we find the maiden coy, Britannia’s sailors rule the waves, Who love in rank above you. We’ll murmur forth decorous joy And shall they stoop to insult? No! For Josephine I fall! (puts pistol to In dreamy roundelays! Dick Deadeye his head; the sailors stop their ears.) Dick Deadeye (aside) You must submit, you are but slaves. Josephine (enters suddenly) He thinks he’s won his Josephine, A lady she! Oho! Ah! stay your hand. I love you! But though the sky is now serene, You lowly toilers of the waves, All A frowning thunderbolt above She spurns you all, I told you so! Ah! stay your hand. She loves you! May end their ill-assorted love All, Dick Ralph (incredulously) Which now is all ablaze. Shall we submit...? You must...! Loves me? Our Captain, ere the day is gone, Ralph Josephine Will be extremely down upon My friends, Loves you! The wicked men who art employ My leave of life I’m taking, All To make his Josephine less coy For oh, my heart is breaking. Yes, yes, ah, yes, she loves you! In many various ways... All Oh joy... The sky is all ablaze... This very night, with bated breath And muffled oar, without a light, As still as death, we’ll steal ashore. A clergyman shall make us one At half-past ten, And then we can return, For none can part them then! This very night... Dick Deadeye (comes forward) Forbear, nor carry out the scheme Dick Deadeye causes trouble. Ralph despairs of Josephine’s love. you’ve planned. She is a lady, you a ❦ 15 ❦ foremast hand! Remember, she’s Say, why is everything long before I recover my accustomed your gallant Captain’s daughter, Either at sixes or at sevens...? cheerfulness, for misfortunes crowd and you the meanest slave that I have lived hitherto upon me and all of my old friends crawls the water! Free from the breath of slander, seem to have turned against me! All Beloved by all my crew, Buttercup Back, vermin, back, nor mock us! A really popular commander. Oh no, do not say “all,” dear Back, vermin, back, you shock us! But now my kindly crew rebel, Captain. That were unjust to one, (They shout Dick off.) My daughter to a tar is partial. at least. Let’s give three cheers Sir Joseph storms, and, sad to tell, Captain For the sailor’s bride He threatens a court martial! True, for you are staunch to me. Who casts all thought of rank aside, Fair moon... (aside) If ever I gave my heart again, Who gives up home and fortune too methinks it would be to such a one For the honest love of a sailor true! DIALOGUE Track 3 as this! (to her) I am touched to the Tra-la-la... Let’s give... Buttercup (enters, has heard this) heart by your innocent regard for For a British tar is a soaring soul How sweetly he carols forth his me, and were we differently situa- As free as a mountain bird! melody to the unconscious moon! ted, I think I could have returned it. His energetic fist should be ready Of whom is he thinking? Of some But as it is, I fear I can never be To resist a dictatorial word! high-born beauty? It may be! Who more to you than a friend. His eyes should flash is poor Little Buttercup that she Buttercup With an inborn fire, should expect his glance to fall on I understand! You hold aloof from His brow with scorn be wrung. one so lowly! And yet, if he knew... me because you are rich and lofty— He never should bow down Captain (coming down). and I poor and lowly. But take care! To a domineering frown Ah! Little Buttercup, still on board? The poor bumboat woman has Or the tang of a tyrant tongue. That is not quite right, little one. It gypsy blood in her veins, and can Men, then All would have been more respectable read destinies. His nose should pant... to have gone on shore at dusk. Captain END ACT ONE / END CD I Buttercup Destinies? True, dear Captain, but the recol- Buttercup ENTR’ACTE CD TWO, Track 1 lection of your sad pale face seemed There is a change in store ACT II. That evening. to chain me to the ship. I would fain for you! SONG Track 2 see you smile before I go. Captain Captain (on the poop-deck) Captain A change? Fair moon, to thee I sing, Ah! Little Buttercup, I fear it will be Buttercup Bright regent of the heavens. Aye... be prepared! ❦ 16 ❦ DUET Track 4 Captain DIALOGUE Track 5 Buttercup Though I’m anything but clever, Captain Things are seldom what they seem: I could talk like that for ever. Incomprehensible as her utterances Skim milk masquerades as cream. Once a cat was killed by care. are, I nevertheless feel that they are Highlows pass as patent leathers. Only brave deserve the fair. dictated by a sincere regard for me. Jackdaws strut in peacock’s feathers. Buttercup But to what new misery is she re- Captain (puzzled). Very true, so they do. ferring? Time alone can tell! Very true, so they do. Captain Sir Joseph (enters) Buttercup Wink is often good as nod. Captain Corcoran, I am much Black sheep dwell in every fold. Spoils the child who spares the rod. disappointed with your daughter. All that glitters is not gold. Thirsty lambs run foxy dangers. In fact, I don’t think she will do. Storks turn out to be but logs. Dogs are found in many mangers. Captain Bulls are but inflated frogs. She won’t do, Sir Joseph? Buttercup Captain Sir Joseph Frequently, I agree. So they be, frequently. I’m afraid not. The fact is, that Captain Buttercup although I have urged my suit with Paw of cat the chestnut snatches. Drops the wind and stops the mill. as much eloquence as is consistent Worn-out garments show Turbot is ambitious brill. with an official utterance, I have New patches. Gild the farthing if you will, done so hitherto without success. Only count the chick that hatches. Yet it is a farthing still. How do you account for this? Captain Men are grown-up catchy-catchies. Captain Yes, I know, that is so. Buttercup, then Both Really, Sir Joseph, I hardly know. Though to catch your drift Yes, I know, that is so. Josephine is of course sensible of I’m striving, it is shady, it is shady. (aside) Though to catch my drift your condescension. I don’t see at what you’re driving, He’s striving, I’ll dissemble... Sir Joseph Mystic lady, mystic lady. When he sees at what I’m driving, She naturally would be. Both Let him tremble... Captain Stern conviction’s o’er stealing, Though a mystic tone I borrow, But perhaps your exalted rank That the mystic lady’s dealing Learn the truth with sorrow, dazzles her. In oracular revealing. Yes... Here to-day and gone to-morrow; Sir Joseph Captain Both You think it does? Yes, I know. Yes, I know, that is so! Captain Buttercup (She goes.) I can hardly say; but she is a modest That is so! girl, and her social position is far ❦ 17 ❦ below your own. It may be that she blue and white Venetian finger- No golden rank can he impart, feels she is not worthy of you. glasses, rich oriental rugs, luxurious No wealth of house or land, Sir Joseph sofa pillows, and everything that No fortune save his trusty heart That is really a very sensible isn’t old, from Gillow’s. And honest brown right hand...! suggestion, and displays more And on the other—a dark and dingy And yet, he is so wondrous fair knowledge of human nature than I room in some back street with stuf- That love for one so passing rare, had given you credit for. fy children crying, where organs yell, So peerless in his manly beauty, Captain (looks off) and clacking housewives fume, and Were little else than solemn duty! See, she comes. If your lordship clothes are hanging out all day a- Oh, god of love and god of reason, would kindly reason with her and drying, with one cracked looking- Say, which of you twain assure her officially that it is a glass to see your face in, and dinner Shall my poor heart obey...! standing rule at the Admiralty that served up in a pudding basin! A simple sailor... God of love... love levels all ranks, her respect for A simple sailor, lowly born, an official utterance might induce Unlettered and unknown, SCENE Track 7 her to look upon your offer in its Who toils for bread from early morn Sir Joseph (enters with Captain) proper light. Till half the night has flown...! Madam, it has been represented Sir Joseph to me that you are appalled by my Hmm... It is not unlikely. I will adopt exalted rank. I desire to convey to your suggestion. But soft, she is you, officially, my assurance, that if here. Let us withdraw, and watch your hesitation is attributable to our opportunity. (They go.) that circumstance, it is uncalled for. Josephine SCENE Track 6 Oh! then your Lordship is of the Josephine (enters slowly) opinion that married happiness is The hours creep on apace. not inconsistent with discrepancy My guilty heart is quaking! in rank? Oh, that I might retrace Sir Joseph The step that I am taking! I am officially of that opinion. Its folly it were easy to be showing, Josephine What I am giving up and whither going. That the high and the lowly may be On the one hand—papa’s luxurious truly happy together, provided that home, hung with ancestral armor they truly love one another? and old brasses, carved oak and Sir Joseph Josephine considers her options. tapestry from distant Rome, rare Madam, I desire to convey to you ❦ 18 ❦ officially my opinion that love is a Sir Joseph platform upon which all ranks meet. Captain Corcoran, it is one of the Josephine happiest characteristics of this Oh! I thank you, Sir Joseph. I did glorious country that official hesitate, but I will hesitate no longer. utterances are invariably regarded (aside) He little thinks how eloquent- as unanswerable. (leaving) ly he has pleaded his rival’s cause! Captain Captain At last my fond hopes are to be Never mind the why and wherefore, crowned. My only daughter is to be Love can level ranks and therefore, the bride of a Cabinet Minister. The Though his lordship’s station’s mighty, prospect is Elysian. Though stupendous be his brain, Dick Deadeye (enters) Sir Joseph tolls the bell. Though your tastes are mean and flighty Captain. And your fortune poor and plain, Though your nautical relation Captain All Three In my set could scarcely pass, Deadeye! You here? Don’t! (recoil- Ring the merry bells on board-ship, Though you occupy a station ing from him) Rend the air with warbling wild, In the lower middle class. Dick Deadeye For the union of your/my lordship All Three Ah, don’t shrink from me, Cap’n. With a humble captain’s child! Ring the merry bells... Let the... I’m unpleasant to look at, and my Captain Josephine name’s agin me, but I ain’t as bad For a humble captain’s daughter Never mind the why... as I seem. Josephine I admit the jurisdiction; Captain For a gallant captain’s daughter Ably have you played your part; What would you with me? Sir Joseph You have carried firm conviction Dick Deadeye (mysteriously). And a lord who rules the water. To my hesitating heart. I’m come to give you warning. Josephine (aside). All Three Captain And a tar who ploughs the water! Ring the merry bells... Indeed! do you propose to leave All Three the Navy then? DIALOGUE Track 8 Let the air with joy be laden, Dick Deadeye Captain Rend with songs the air above, No, you misunderstand me; listen! Sir Joseph, I cannot express to you For the union of a maiden my delight at the happy result of DUET Track 9 With the man who owns her love! your eloquence. Your argument Dick Deadeye Sir Joseph was unanswerable. Kind Captain, Never mind the why... I’ve important information. ❦ 19 ❦ Sing hey, The cat-o’-nine-tails and the tar. To unite the happy pair! (stamp) The kind commander that you are, Both Goodness me, why what was that? About a certain intimate relation, The merry cat-o’-nine-tails... Dick Deadeye Sing hey, Silent be, again the cat! The merry maiden and the tar. Captain Sailors Both Dick Deadeye, I thank you for your It was again that cat! The merry maiden and the tar... timely warning. I will at once take Captain (aside). Captain means to arrest their flight. This They’re right, it was the cat...! Good fellow, boat cloak will afford me ample (throwing off his cloak, to Joseph- In conundrums you are speaking, disguise—so! (envelops himself in a ine and Ralph who have entered). Sing hey, mysterious cloak, holding it before Hold! Pretty daughter of mine, The mystic sailor that you are. his face.) I insist upon knowing The answer to them vainly Dick Deadeye Where you may be going I am seeking; sing hey, Ha, ha! They are foiled... With these sons of the brine, The merry maiden and the tar. For my excellent crew, Both SCENE Track 10 Though foes The merry maiden and the tar... Sailors (enter on tiptoe) They could thump any, Dick Deadeye Carefully, on tiptoe stealing, Are scarcely fit company, Kind Captain, Breathing gently as we may, My daughter, for you. Your young lady is a-sighing, Every step with caution feeling, Sailors Sing hey, We will softly steal away. Now, hark at that, do! The simple captain that you are, (The Captain stamps his foot.) Though foes we could thump any, This very night with Rackstraw Goodness me, why, what was that? We are scarcely fit company... To be flying; sing hey... Dick Deadeye Ralph Both Silent be, it was the cat! Proud officer, The merry maiden and the tar... Sailors (reassured). That haughty lip uncurl! Captain (alarmed) It was, it was the cat! Vain man, suppress Good fellow, Captain (producing cat-o’-nine- That supercilious sneer, You have given timely warning. tails). They’re right, it was the cat! For I have dared to love Sing hey, Sailors Your matchless girl, The thoughtful sailor that Pull ashore, in fashion steady, A fact well known you are. Hymen will defray the fare, To all my messmates here! I’ll talk to Mister Rackstraw For a clergyman is ready Captain In the morning: sing hey, Oh, horror! ❦ 20 ❦ Ralph, Josephine (During this Sir Joseph and Hebe For I’ll teach you all, ere long, I/He humble, poor, and lowly born, have entered.) To refrain from language strong, The meanest in the port division. All (shocked) For I haven’t any sympathy The butt of epauletted scorn, Oh! For ill-bred taunts! The mark of quarter-deck derision Captain, Dick Deadeye Hebe, All (The Captain is led off.) Has dared to raise his wormy eyes Yes, damme, it’s too bad! No more have his sisters... Above the dust Hebe For he is an Englishman... To which you’d mold him/ me. Did you hear him...? He is in manhood’s Oh, the monster overbearing! DIALOGUE Track 11 Glorious pride to rise, Don’t go near him, he is swearing. Sir Joseph He is an Englishman. Behold him. Sir Joseph Now, tell me, my fine fellow, for All My pain and my distress, you are a fine fellow? He is an Englishman! I find it is not easy to express. Ralph Boatswain, then All My amazement, my surprise, Yes, your honour. He is an Englishman! You may learn Sir Joseph For he himself has said it, From the expression of my eyes! How came your captain so far to And it’s greatly to his credit, Captain forget himself? I am quite sure you That he is an Englishman...! My lord, one word. had given him no cause for For he might have been a Roosian, The facts are not before you. annoyance. A French, or Turk, or Proosian, The word was injudicious, I allow. Ralph Or perhaps Eye-talian. But hear my explanation, Please, your honour, it was thus- But in spite of all temptations I implore you, wise. You see I’m only a topman, To belong to other nations, And you will be indignant too, a mere foremast hand... He remains an Englishman...! I vow! Sir Joseph Captain Sir Joseph, then All Don’t be ashamed of that. Why, In uttering a reprobation I will hear of no defense, your position as a topman is a very To any British tar, Attempt none if you’re sensible. exalted one. I try to speak with moderation, That word of evil sense Ralph But you have gone too far. Is wholly indefensible. Well, your honour, love burns as I’m very sorry to disparage Go, ribald, get you hence brightly in the fo’c’sle as it does on A humble foremast lad, To your cabin with celerity. the quarter-deck, and Josephine is But to seek your captain’s child This is the consequence the fairest bud that ever blossomed In marriage, Of ill-advised asperity! upon the tree of a poor fellow’s Why damme, it’s too bad! wildest hopes. ❦ 21 ❦ Josephine (enters, rushes into his The door of his dungeon cell. arms; Sir Joseph sputters.) Darling! All Ralph Farewell... For crime unknown She is the figurehead of my ship of He goes to a dungeon cell! light, the bright beacon that guides (Ralph is led off in custody.) me into my port of happiness, the Sir Joseph rarest, the purest gem that ever My pain and my distress, sparkled on a poor but worthy Again, it is not easy to express. fellow’s trusting brow! My amazement, my surprise, All Again you may discover Very pretty, very pretty! From my eyes. Sir Joseph (furious) Ralph and Josephine in turmoil. All Insolent sailor, you shall repent this How terrible the aspect of his eyes! For crime unknown outrage. Seize him! (Marines seize Buttercup (stepping forward) I go to a dungeon cell. and handcuff Ralph.) Hold! Ere upon your loss Josephine Josephine You lay much stress, I will atone. Oh sir, I love him tenderly. A long-concealèd crime In the meantime, farewell! Sir Joseph I would confess. And all alone Pray, don’t. I will teach this pre- Rejoice in your dungeon cell! sumptuous mariner to discipline his SONG Track 13 Sir Joseph affections. Have you such a Buttercup A bone, a bone thing as a dungeon on board? A many years ago, I’ll pick with this sailor fell. All When I was young and charming, Let him be shown We have! As some of you may know, At once to his dungeon cell. Dick Deadeye I practised baby-farming. All They have! All He’ll hear no tone Sir Joseph Now this is most alarming! Of the maiden he loves so well! Then load him with chains and take When she was young and charming, No telephone him there at once! She practised baby-farming, Communicates with his cell! A many years ago. Buttercup (aside, mysteriously) OCTET / CHORUS Track 12 Buttercup But when is known Ralph Two tender babes I nussed— The secret I have to tell, Farewell, my own, One was of low condition, Wide will be thrown Light of my life, farewell! The other, upper crust, ❦ 22 ❦ A regular patrician. convey...officially! you please! All Sir Joseph Ralph Now, this is the position: And very well you have conveyed it, Oh! If you please! One was of low condition... Miss Buttercup. Sir Joseph (to the Captain) Buttercup Buttercup You are an extremely fine fellow. Oh, bitter is my cup! Aye! aye! yer ’onour. Captain However could I do it? Sir Joseph Yes, your honour. I mixed those children up, Dear me! Let them appear before Sir Joseph And not a creature knew it! me at once! (Ralph enters as Captain, So it seems that you were Ralph, All the Captain as a common sailor.) and Ralph was you. However could you do it? Josephine Captain Some day, no doubt, you’ll rue it, My father, a common sailor! So it seems, your honour. Although no creature knew it, Captain Sir Joseph So many years ago. It is hard, is it not, my dear? Well, I need not tell you that after Buttercup Sir Joseph this change in your condition, a In time each little waif This is a very singular occurrence. I marriage with your daughter will Forsook his foster-mother. congratulate you both. (To Ralph) be out of the question. The well born babe was Ralph. Desire that remarkably fine seaman Captain Your captain was the other. to step forward. Don’t say that, your honour. Love All (gasping with surprise) Ralph They left their foster-mother, Corcoran. Three paces to the front. levels all ranks. The one was Ralph, our brother, March! Sir Joseph Our captain was the other, Captain (comes forward) It does to a considerable extent, but A many years ago. If what? it does not level them as much as Ralph that. (handing Josephine to Ralph) DIALOGUE Track 14 If what? I don’t think I understand Here, take her, sir, and mind you, Sir Joseph (confused) you. treat her kindly. Then, am I to understand that Captain Ralph and Josephine Captain Corcoran and Ralph were If you please. Oh bliss, oh rapture! exchanged in childhood’s happy Ralph Captain and Buttercup (united) hour, that Ralph is really the What? Oh rapture, oh bliss! Captain, and the Captain is Ralph? Sir Joseph Sir Joseph Buttercup The gentleman is quite right. If Sad my lot and sorry, for what shall I That is the idea I intended to do? I cannot live alone! ❦ 23 ❦ All, Captain Then give three cheers, For he’s the Captain... And one cheer more And though before my fall For the former Captain I was captain of you all, Of the Pinafore. I’m a member of the crew. Buttercup All For he loves Little Buttercup... And though before his fall... All Captain (to Buttercup) For he loves... Cousin Hebe (Olivia Maughan) and Sir Joseph I shall marry with a wife, Sir Joseph (to Hebe) Hebe In my humble rank of life! I’m the monarch of the sea, Fear nothing. While I live I’ll not And you, my own, are she. And when I’ve married thee desert you. I’ll soothe and comfort I must wander to and fro, I’ll be true to the devotion your declining days. But wherever I may go, That my love implants. Sir Joseph I shall never be untrue to thee! Hebe No, don’t do that. All Then good-bye to your sisters... Hebe What, never? Especially your cousins, Yes, but indeed I’d rather... Captain Whom you reckon up by dozens, Sir Joseph (resigned, takes Hebe) No, never! Your sisters, and your cousins, and Oh, very well then. Tomorrow morn All your aunts! our vows shall all be plighted, three What, never! All loving pairs on the same day united! Captain Then goodbye... FINALE Track 15 Well, hardly ever! For he is an Englishman, All All Hurrah...!(General joy) Oh joy, oh rapture... Hardly ever be untrue to thee. END ACT TWO / END CD II

❦ 24 ❦ THE OHIO LIGHT OPERA ORCHESTRA 2013 Violin I Oboe Selim Giray, concertmaster Laura Smith Megan Sullivan Laura Ciaccio Clarinet Caroline Stephenson Spencer Prewitt Micah Crochet Violin II Joshua Heaphey Bassoon Emily DeVincent Andrei Muravev

Viola Horn Elitsa Atanasova Emily Schroeder Dilek Engin DeAunn Davis

Cello Trumpet Maria Fesz John Schuesselin Elizabeth Glorioso Katherine Evans J. Lynn Thompson Conductor Double Bass Trombone Jack Steward David Ball John Schuesselin Alex van Duuren Orchestra Personnel Flute Manager Diane Kessel Percussion Laura Pillman Steven Lowe

❦ 25 ❦ THE COLLEGE OF WOOSTER Liberal arts colleges are, in the words of President Grant H. Cornwell, ”an American invention.” A recent study measured the leading 50 colleges in three critical areas— educating scientists, educating leaders in international Grant H. Cornwell affairs, and educating business executives. Wooster is PRESIDENT one of only 21 colleges to earn a place in all three groups. It is also a school which is dedicated to the performing arts with strong programs in theater and music. Since establishing The Ohio Light Opera in 1979, Wooster has upheld the goals of providing young musicians with an opportunity to perform in a professional setting and of entertaining audiences with operettas which charmed the publics of an earlier era.

❦ 26 ❦ The Ohio Light Opera 2013 Festival Staff Steven Daigle Artistic Director

Julie Wright Costa Associate Artistic Director

Laura Neill Executive Director

J. Lynn Thompson Music Director

Steven A. Daigle Julie Wright Costa J. Lynn Thompson Artistic Director Associate Artistic Director Music Director

Acknowledgements: This production Grant Cornwell President, College of Wooster was partially underwritten by OHIO LIGHT OPERA gifts from Joan BOARD OF DIRECTORS: Buehler and Michael Miller, Chair Cleveland.com, Laurie Stickelmaier powered by The Grant Cornwell Plain Dealer. Peg Cornwell Frank L. Knorr Laura Neill John Ostendorf John D. Ong Executive Director Recording Producer Sara L. Patton Albany’s Ohio Light Opera CD series also includes Gilbert & Sullivan’s The Pirates of John Schambach Penzance, Patience, Ruddigore, The Mikado, The Gondoliers, The Sorcerer, The Yeomen Richard Seaman of the Guard and The Grand Duke; Victor Herbert’s The Fortune Teller, Mlle. Modiste, Dee Vaidya Naughty Marietta, The Red Mill, Sweethearts; Jerome Kern’s The Cabaret Girl, Kálmán’s Steven Daigle, Artistic Director The Carnival Fairy, Der Zigeunerprimas and Autumn Maneuvers; DeKoven’s Robin Hood; Laura Neill, Executive Director Offenbach’s Bluebeard and The Brigands, Friml’s The Vagabond King and The Firefly, Nan Miller, Secretary Romberg’s Maytime and Blossom Time, Zeller’s The Birdseller and Sousa’s El Capitan. ❦ 27 ❦ H.M.S. Pinafore CD ONE (56:17) CD TWO (42:25) 1 Overture (4:21) 1 Entr’acte (1:09) 2 ACT I. Opening: “We sail the ocean blue” (2:16) 2 ACT II. Song: “Fair moon” (2:47) 3 Scene: “Hail!...I’m called Little Buttercup” (2:13) 3 Dialogue: “How sweetly” (1:53) 4 Dialogue: “Aye, Little Buttercup” (1:43) 4 Duet: “Things are seldom” (2:53) 5 Scene: “But tell...The nightingale...A maiden” (4:25) 5 Dialogue: “Incomprehensible” (1:45) 6 Dialogue: “Ah, my poor lad” (1:00) 6 Scene: “The hours creep on apace” (4:46) 7 Scene: “My gallant crew...I am the captain” (2:15) 7 Scene: “Madam...Never mind” (3:51) 8 Recitative: “Sir, you are sad” (1:32) 8 Dialogue: “Sir Joseph” (0:55) 9 Ballad: “Sorry her lot” (3:07) 9 Duet: “Kind Captain” (2:36) 10 Dialogue: “My child, I grieve” (2:13) 10 Scene: “Carefully, on tiptoe” (7:35) 11 Chorus: “Over the bright blue sea” (2:48) 11 Dialogue: “Now, tell me” (1:28) 12 Scene: “Now give...When I was a lad” (4:20) 12 Octet : “Farewell, my own” (2:30) 13 Scene: “You’ve a remarkably fine crew” (4:05) 13 Song: “A many years ago” (2:20) 14 Dialogue: “Ah, Sir Joseph” (1:38) 14 Dialogue: “Then, am I?” (2:27) 15 Trio: “A British tar is a soaring soul” (2:01) 15 Finale: “Oh joy, oh rapture” (3:20) 16 Dialogue: “It is useless” (3:01) 17 Duet: “Refrain, audacious tar” (3:27) 18 Finale: “Can I survive?” (9:40)