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RUDDIGORE
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Duet

Rich.

The battle's roar is over,
O my love!
Embrace thy tender lover,
O my love!
 From tempests' welter,
From war's alarms,
 O give me shelter
Within those arms!
 Thy smile alluring,
 All heart-ache curing,
 Gives peace enduring,
O my love!

Rose.

If heart both true and tender,
O my love!
A life-love can engender,
O my love!
 A truce to sighing
And tears of brine,
 For joy undying
Shall aye be mine,
 And thou and I, love,
 Shall live and die, love,
 Without a sigh, love—
My own, my love!

[Enter Robin, with Chorus of Bridesmaids.]

Chorus

If well his suit has sped,
Oh, may they soon be wed!
Oh, tell us, tell us, pray,
What doth the maiden say?
In singing are we justified
Hail the Bridegroom—hail the Bride"

Rob. Well—what news? Have you spoken to her?

Rich. Aye, my lad, I have—so to speak—spoke her.