The Bohemian Girl Page #3

Synopsis: A band of Gypsies are camped outside the walls of Count Arnheim's palace. Oliver's wife kidnaps the Count's daughter Arline, then leaves the child and runs off with her lover, Devilshoof. Not knowing her true identity, Oliver, with the help of "Uncle" Stanley, raises the girl as his own. Years later, Arline, still unaware of her noble birth, is caught trespassing on the Count's grounds and is thrown into the dungeon. Meanwhile, Stanley and Oliver pass the time playing "fingers" and bumblingly ply their trade picking pockets. Finally, just when Oliver needs his help to rescue Arline, Stanley gets drunk while siphoning wine into bottles.
 
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1936
71 min
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- Have you got a match?

Have l got a...? Get outta there!

So you were looking for a match, huh?

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

After all l've done for you!

l took you out of the gutter

and gave you a career.

Made a first-class pickpocket out of you.

And this is your gratitude!

lt hurts, Stanley. l tell you, it hurts.

We were only trying to surprise you!

You surprised me, all right.

But thank Heaven l saved you from yourself.

l not only hid my valuables

but l hid yours as well.

And l hid them right here!

- Well, what news?

- The men we sent out have returned.

l regret to report

the search has proved futile.

Then there is nothing more you can do.

Now...

What are we going to use for a nightie?

Hold your arm out.

That's it.

Now, we'll just slip this right over your head.

Put your hands in there.

That's it. Just a minute, now.

Down like that. Then we'll button this up

to protect your little neck.

So you won't get cold.

That's it. Now, let's see how that looks.

Oh! Ha ha!

Come on!

- Come in!

La, la la la la la la, la-la-la

La, la la la la la...

Hello, Ollie.

Do you know that you've got a nice voice?

l had a much nicer voice

till l ran a nail through it...

You ran a nail through it!

Let me hear you sing that again.

Da, da, daaaa!

Da, da, daaaa!

Da da da da da da da...!

- Now l've torn it.

- Say good night to Uncle Stanley.

- Good night, Uncle Stanley.

- Good night.

Er... What's her name?

That's right, we haven't got a name for her.

What can we call her?

Why don't you call me Arline?

There's a good idea,

why don't we call her Arline?

lf l don't want to,

why should l call her Arline?

Because that's my name.

ls that so? Well, that's a pretty name.

- lsn't that funny?

- Let's go to bed.

Not before l say my prayers.

All right.

Now l lay me down to sleep,

l pray the Lord my soul to keep.

lf... lf... lf...

What's next?

lf at first you don't succeed, try, try...

try again.

lf at first you don't succeed,

try, try, try again.

- Amen.

- That's right. That's fine.

''Try, try again''! Oh!

Gonna give me a big kiss? That's the way!

We get right down in there.

We put the cover right around there.

Now, good night!

La, la la la la la la, la la la...

La, la la la la la la, la la la...

La, la la la la la la, la la

La la la, la la la,

La laaaa!

Da, da, daaaaa, da, da...!

Shh!

Yoo-hoo!

Yoo-hoo!

- Good morning, Arline, dear!

- Get up, lazybones!

- Breakfast is ready!

- We're coming.

- You should've been up hours ago!

- Well, l didn't know...

- Morning, Arline.

- Morning, Uncle Stanley.

- Good morning, dear.

- Good morning, Daddy dear.

How did you sleep, Daddy dear?

l slept like a top.

And how did you sleep, Stanley?

l slept like a top, too.

- How did you sleep, dear?

- Marvellously, Daddy.

l had such a wonderful dream.

There were castles and palaces and l...

l was a princess.

A princess?

l dreamt l dwelled

ln a marble hall

With vassals and serfs at my side

And of all who assembled

Within those walls

That l was the hope and the pride

l had riches

All too great to count

And a high ancestral name

But l also dreamt

Which pleased me most

That you loved me still the same

That you loved me, you loved me

Still the same

That you loved me

You loved me

Still

The same

l dreamt that suitors sought my hand

That knights upon bended knee

And with vows

No maiden heart could withstand

They pledged their faith to me

And l dreamt that one of that noble host

Came forth my hand to claim

But l also dreamt

Which charmed me most

That you loved me still the same

That you loved me, you loved me

Still the same

That you loved me

You loved me

Still

The

Same

l have never heard

of such a beautiful dream.

- Sit down and have your breakfast.

- l've had mine hours ago.

Wasn't that lovely?

Of all the greedy things! What did you

want to eat all the breakfast for?

- l didn't want it to go cold.

- Didn't want...!

l didn't know how long

she was going to dream and....

Daddy, l'm going to the village.

All right.

- Goodbye.

- Arline! Haven't you forgotten something?

What?

- Of course. Goodbye, Daddy dear.

- Goodbye, sweetheart.

You too, Uncle Stan.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Get some hot water

and help me clean these dishes.

- Haven't you forgotten something?

- Huh?

Haven't you forgotten something?

Get me the dish pan!

You clean up the wagon, l'll do this!

- Ollie...

- What?

- What about this wine?

- What about it?

lt's fuzzling. Look.

So it is. lt needs bottling.

You get some bottles and bottle it.

- Where are the bottles?

- You'll find some under the wagon.

- Where are you going?

- l'm going to take my zipper lessons.

- Oh.

- l won't be back until late this afternoon.

While l'm gone,

please don't get into any mischief.

Uh-uh.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe

To weakest hope will cling

Will seize the happy face of a child

And by its charm is beguiled

Oh, destiny's tide

Has long since taken her from my side

The dream as it flows tenderly by

May bring a tear to the eye

But memory is the only friend

That grief can call its own

That grief can call

lts own

That grief

Can call

lts own

Well! What are you doing here?

- You're a thieving gypsy!

- Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

- Throw her in the dungeon! Away with her!

- l'm not a thief, sir!

l'll show you what we do

with thieving gypsies here.

- Enter.

l have captured a gypsy in the grounds

whom l have thrown in the dungeon.

Let him remain there

until l find time to witness the lashing.

- But, Your Highness, it is a woman.

- Nevertheless, she shall be lashed.

Stan! Stan!

Stan! Stan!

Stan! Arline's in terrible danger!

She's been captured and thrown

in the dungeon! We gotta rescue her!

- You're guzzled!

- Oh...

Nothing of the kind. l...

You would do this

just when l need you most!

Pull yourself together. We've got to go

and help her. Go on, get out!

..when the call of the bugle we hear

And once we have started,

we never get through

Till we turn to present the platoon

At the drop of a hat

from our master and lord

We are off to defend him with the sword

With a song on our lips

as we tramp, tramp along...

- Shh! Quiet!

lf they catch us here, it'll cost us our lives!

- Psst! Arline!

- What are you doing here?

- We'll get you out.

- Please be careful!

- Uncle Stanley's going to help

and we'll have you out in a jiffy.

Good!

Would you keep quiet?!

Ooh-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Get out of the light. l can't see!

That's better.

Why don't you try the door?

That's a good idea.

lt won't be long now, dear.

- Shh!

- Shh!

That's wonderful!

Where'd you get the keys?

Ohh!

Oh, please!

- You cursed gypsy!

- Please!

Now, me proud and hearty beauty,

your time has come!

Come on!

So! You tried to make me look

a bigger fool than l am, huh?

Oh! My good eye!

Seize him! Seize him!

Stan! Stan!

Stan, come over here!

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Michael William Balfe

Michael William Balfe (15 May 1808 – 20 October 1870) was an Irish composer, best-remembered for his opera The Bohemian Girl. After a short career as a violinist, Balfe pursued an operatic singing career, while he began to compose. In a career spanning more than 40 years, he composed at least 29 operas, almost 250 songs and other works. He was also a noted conductor, directing Italian Opera at Her Majesty's Theatre for seven years, among other conducting posts. more…

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