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Buttercup. (recit.)
Hail, men-o'-war's men — safeguards of your nation Here is an end, at last, of all privation; You've got your pay — spare all you can afford To welcome Little Buttercup on board. |
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ARIA
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I'm called Little Buttercup — dear Little Buttercup,
Though I could never tell why, But still I'm called Buttercup — poor little Buttercup, Sweet Little Buttercup I! |
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I've snuff and tobaccy, and excellent jacky,
I've scissors, and watches, and knives; I've ribbons and laces to set off the faces Of pretty young sweethearts and wives. |
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I've treacle and toffee, I've tea and I've coffee,
Soft tommy and succulent chops; I've chickens and conies, and pretty polonies, And excellent peppermint drops. |
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Then buy of your Buttercup — dear Little Buttercup;
Sailors should never be shy; So, buy of your Buttercup — poor Little Buttercup; Come, of your Buttercup buy! |
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DIALOGUE
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Boatswain.
Aye, Little Buttercup — and well called — for you're the rosiest, the roundest, and the reddest beauty in all Spithead. |
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Buttercup.
Red, am I? and round — and rosy! Maybe, for I have dissembled well! But hark ye, my merry friend — hast ever thought that beneath a gay and frivolous exterior there may lurk a canker-worm which is slowly but surely eating its way into one's very heart? |
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Boatswain.
No, my lass, I can't say I've ever thought that. |
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(Enter Dick Deadeye. He pushes through sailors, and comes down.) |
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Dick.
I have thought it often. (All recoil from him.) |
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Buttercup. Yes, you look like it! What's the matter with the
man? Isn't he well? |
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Boatswain.
Don't take no heed of him; that's only poor Dick Deadeye. |
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Dick.
I say — it's a beast of a name, ain't it — Dick Deadeye? |
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Buttercup.
It's not a nice name. |
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Dick.
I'm ugly too, ain't I? |
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Buttercup.
You are certainly plain. |
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Dick.
And I'm three-cornered too, ain't I? |
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Buttercup.
You are rather triangular. |
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Dick.
Ha! ha! That's it. I'm ugly, and they hate me for it; for you all hate me, don't you? |
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All.
We do! |
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Dick.
There! |
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Boatswain.
Well, Dick, we wouldn't go for to hurt any fellow-creature's feelings, but you can't expect a chap with such a name as Dick Deadeye to be a popular character — now can you? |
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Dick.
No. |
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Boatswain.
It's asking too much, ain't it? |
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Dick.
It is. From such a face and form as mine the noblest sentiments sound like the black utterances of a depraved imagination. It is human nature — I am resigned. |
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Buttercup. (recit.)
But, tell me — who's the youth whose faltering feet With difficulty bear him on his course? |
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Boatswain. (recit.)
That is the smartest lad in all the fleet — Ralph Rackstraw! |
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Buttercup. (recit.)
Ralph! That name! Remorse! remorse! |
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