Part 1
THE CINNAMON HEART,
A MEDIÆVAL CANDY SCRAPE, IN 3 ACTS.
WRITTEN BY MR. ARTHUR L. BROWN AND MR. HOWARD HOPPIN.
AUTHORS’ COPY.
PROVIDENCE: J. A. & R. A. REID, PRINTERS, 24 Custom House Street. 1883.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1881, by Arthur L. Brown and Howard Hoppin, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Address, ARTHUR L. BROWN, or HOWARD HOPPIN, Providence, R. I.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
PRINCESS CARAMELLA—Daughter of King Nougat I. SOPRANO. SASSYFRASS, CONTRALTO. NOUGAT I., BUFFO. PROF. PARACELSUS FINIGIN, BASS. THE LOVER, TENOR. CHORUS OF MAIDS, ALTO & SOPRANO. CHORUS OF SUITORS, TENORS. CHORUS OF CHEMISTS, BASSES. PAGES TO CARAMELLA.
SYNOPSIS OF SCENERY.
ACT I.
CASTLE COURTYARD OF NOUGAT I.:
Back drop, landscape. Castle and tower back L. centre, with door and window over—Door bell. Low stone wall back R. centre from castle. High stone wall R. (_boxed_), with large gate. Stone castle (_boxed_) L., with door.
ACT II.
CHEMIST’S LABORATORY:
Back flat. Large stone arched window in it, R. Concealed door (_on pivot_) L. centre. Stone forge and chimney R. front. Door L. Sides boxed—stone walls—covered with small shelves—bottles, skulls, skeletons, etc.
ACT III.
SAME AS ACT I., but with window broken and signs of devastation.
The Cinnamon Heart.
| NOTE.—The marginal lines indicate portions to be sung.
ACT I.
CASTLE COURTYARD OF NOUGAT I.—_Suitors grouped about stage, looking up at window_, L. C. _All with guitars. All singing._
No. 1.
| _Suitors._—The breezes of morning, | Softly laden with perfumes, | Betoken that breakfast is on the table, | And the Royal family finishing | The Charlotte Russe and lobster | Salad, ’scolloped oysters, lemonade, | And melted ice-cream,—left | From last night’s party. | ’Twas there we met her. | Ah! ’twas there we lost our hearts. | And early this morning we’ve come | To make our party calls, | To ask her hand, | And serenade this lovely | Princess Caramella. | | (_Then accompany upon guitars._) | | _Song._— Maiden with golden hair, | Maiden of beauty rare, | List to our humble prayer, | E’er we get thinner. | Look out, we humbly pray, | Turn not your eyes away, | Ask us to call to-day, | Also to dinner. | Of this, would’st know the cause, | Say we, without a pause, | It is what we all love to do, | All love to do. | Hunger and love combined | In us are closely twined. | It is what we all love to do, | All love to do. | | (_Interlude, with guitar accompaniment. All change to another | position and sing._) | | _2nd Verse._ | | Why doth the Chicadee | Eat up the bumble bee? | Why doth the sangaree | Soak up the sugar? | Why doth the little lamb | Dance round the parent ram? | Why doth the juicy clam | Stay in salt water? | Why doth the pretty fly | Die in the apple pie? | It is what they all love to do, | All love to do. | Why are we singing here | To Caramella dear? | It is what we all love to do, | All love to do.
(_Suitors all crowd together at castle door, and consult._)
_1st S._—Oh! where are servants? She’s at home, I trust. Let’s ring.
_2d S._— We dare not!
_3d S._— Oh! we can’t!
_1st S._— We must! There’s no one here; we’ll have to ring this bell. _You_ do it. I’m too tired (_to 2d S._).
_2d S._— Very well. But stay! ’twill jar my nerves. (_To 3d S._) _You_ ring.
_3d S._— What! _I?_ With feelings so depressed? Oh, no! You try (_to 4th_). Here, ring!
_4th S._—Ah! well, if so, I must. But, oh! Suppose there is a dog. _You_ ring (_to 5th S._).
_5th S._— No! no! Perhaps they have a gun that shoots. Oh! dear. I am afraid. _You_ ring (_to 6th S._).
_6th S._— I’m dead with fear. I wonder if she’s in. What _shall_ we do? _You_ ring (_to 1st S._).
_1st S._— No. _You_ (_to 2d_).
_2d S._— No. _You_ (_to 3d_).
_3d S._— No. _You_ (_to 4th_).
_4th S._— No. _You_ (_to 5th_).
_2d S._— How _can_ we do it?
_1st S._— Do it in a crowd! By ringing all together—quick and loud.
(_Suitors all take hands down stage; go up hand in hand cautiously, and prepare to ring._ 1ST S. _holding bell._)
No. 2.
_Music._—_Prelude._ (_All pull and sing._)
| _All._— Ring at the door-bell, | Pull at the knocker; | Ring at the door-bell. _Pull!_ | | (_Pull door-bell out. All fall down stage. Music. Enter_ SASSY _and_ | MAIDS C. _door._) | | _Sassy._— Gentlemen, why do you ring so loudly | That our door-bell gives away? | | _Suitors._— We have come to see your Royal Mistress, | Is she to be seen to-day? | | _Maids._— { No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. | _Suitors._— { Oh! in love, in love we are. | | _Maids._— { You must see her Pa. | _Suitors._— { Not with her Pa. | | _Maids._— { For you strangers are. | _Suitors._— { We’re from afar, we are. | | _Maids._— { No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. | _Suitors._— { To see our love. | | _Maids._— { You must talk with her Papa-a-a-a-a-a. | _Suitors._— { Not her Papa a-a-a-a-a. | | (_Suitors step forward and show cards._) | | _2d Verse._ | | _Suitors._— Here you have our cards all neatly made by | Tiffany, of New York city. | | _Sassy._— That establishes your reputation. | We will take them unto her. | | _Suitors._— { Please be sure they go to her. | _Maids._— { We’ll be sure they go to her. | | _Suitors._— { Please be sure they go to her. | _Maids._— { We’ll be sure they go to her.
(SUITORS _give cards to_ MAIDS. _Exeunt_ SASSY _and_ MAIDS _into house_ C.)
_Interlude._
(SUITORS _come down_ R. _front and sing._)
No. 3.
| _Suitors._—When you love a Royal Princess, | If it’s hard—send your card; | She will have to marry, since es- | Cape is hard, very hard; | For she never likes to forfeit, | Or retard, your regard; | So you always can with profit, | Send your card. | | (_King looks out of window_ C.—_takes up retarded note, and sings._) | | _King._— Good morning, sirs, just wait until | I can arrange my dish-y-bill. | I have your cards, and will be down | As soon as I can find my crown, | My gilded sceptre, and my purple shirt. | (_Shuts window._) | | _Suitors._—Now we’re certain of the Princess | For her dad has our card. | She will have to marry, since es- | Cape is hard, very hard; | For the King won’t let her forfeit, | Or retard, our regard; | Thus we have, this time, with profit, | Sent our card.
(_All talk together back_ R. _Music. Enter King with cards, to slow dance._—KING _comes down_ C., _and sings._)
No. 4.
| _King._— Of all the jolly fellows, | The jolliest are Kings; | They are utterly oblivious | Of disagreeable things. | Now I have been a pauper | For the devil of a while, | But as a King, I hide it | With a long-drawn smile. | (_Smiles broadly._) | With a side-long smile, | With a long sighed smile, | But as a King, I hide it | With a long-drawn smile. | Ha! Ha! (_Very joyful._) | Ha! Ha! (_Melancholy._) | Ha! Ha! (_Very sadly._) | | _Music._ | | (KING _takes slow dance up stage._) | | (_2nd Verse._) | | Secure in his position, | A monarch never cares | If all his clothes are tattered, | And filled with holes and tears. | Just gaze upon this mantle, | It’s nearly torn in half, | But as a King I view it, | With a long-drawn laugh. | (_Smiles._) | With a side-long laugh, | Yes!—a long sighed laugh, | But as a King, I view it, | With a long-drawn laugh. | Ha! Ha! | Ha! Ha! | Ha! Ha!
(_Dances slowly around stage. Sees_ SUITORS _and speaks._)
_King._— Ah! gentlemen! Good morning—hope you’re well.
_Suitors._—Yes!—thank your Highness!
_King._— That is good—now tell Your business here.
_Suitors._— Yes—thank your High—
_King._— (_Interrupting._)— Proceed! You come as suitors,
_Suitors._— Yes, my liege!
_King._— Indeed! (_Aside._) Our daughter seems to be in great demand; I wonder if they only want her hand. That’s all that they can get—for I’m so poor I don’t know where to find my lunch. I’m sure The man that marries her must furnish gold, And do it now—at once—they must be told.
(_Turning to Suitors. Aloud._)
Now, gentlemen, to business—you are here As suitors for our daughter, that is clear. You love our daughter—if aright we read.
_Suitors._—Oh, yes, your Highness, very much indeed.
_King._— Yes!—that is clear—now, as to worldly things Pray—let us see the gifts that each one brings.
_Suitors._—The gifts! Your Highness— (_Astonished._)
_King._— Certainly—of course Some compensation equal to the loss To us—both for the time we’re wasting here, And for the losing of our daughter dear.
_Suitors._—Good Gracious! (_Low to each other._)
_King._— (_Impatiently._) Well!—be quick!—here is our crown. Out with your money, now, and put it down.
(_King holds crown behind him. Suitors all advance, and put in money._)
’Tis our unfailing custom—ever since The time when we became a Sovereign Prince, And had a daughter with enough good looks To ope to me—her suitors’ pocket-books—
(_Takes money from crown and puts it in pocket._)
And now as this small point of etiquette Has been so easily and surely met, We’ll ask you to excuse us for a while, Until we go and put your cards on file. And with the Princess, we’ll return again Within this court about the hour of ten.
(_King bows, and exit_ C. _door. Suitors stand in same positions looking at each other in silence, feeling in pockets._—_Pause._)
_1st S._— Ah well! we’ve done it now. He has the gold; It’s customary I suppose, and old— It’s very sad—but stay! ’tis nearly ten, Let’s brush ourselves a bit and try again.
(_Music and jingling of bells outside._)
_1st S._— What sound is that—how palpitates my heart, They must be coming—do you know your part? Get in your places—don’t appear to see, But fold your hands and sigh—and copy me.
(SUITORS _form at back_ L. _Music and bells. Enter_ CARAMELLA _and_ KING, _dancing_, _hand and hand._)
No. 5.
| _Cara._— I have no village cart, | No pony phaeton; | But out with Pa I start, | And him I lay it on. | | _King._— We run our own coupés, | | _Cara._— Gig, landeau, coach and chaise, | | _King._— Hack, cab, and jaunting car, | | _Cara._— Trap and Victori_a_. | | _Chorus._ (CARA. _and_ KING _dance around stage._) | | _Suitors._—Hi yar! Hi yar! Just see her run her Pa-ha-ha. | Hi yar! Hi yar! She ought to drive a car-ha-ha. | Hi yar! Hi yar! This beats a jaunting car-ha-ha. | Hi yar! Hi yar! A swell Victoria. Ha-ha.—(_Repeat faster._) | | _2d Verse._ | | _Cara._— On every pleasant day | Driving is our resource, | We wander far away; | Nor do we need a horse? | | _King._— If rain begins to fall, | | _Cara._— We take the carryall, | | _King._— Or if the skies are free, | | _Cara._— Jump in the light buggee. | | _Chorus._— Hi yar! Hi yar! etc. (_Repeated like 1st verse._)
(CARA. _suddenly sees_ SUITORS—_stops, changes manner_—_then to_ SUITORS.)
_Cara._— Hey-day! what’s this?
_King._— These gentlemen, my dear, Are suitors for your hand.
(SUITORS _all look down, meekly._)
_Cara._— So they appear. I’m bored to death by suitors,—go away.
_King._— Just listen first to what they have to say, They surely are entitled to be heard, (_Aside._) Besides, they’ve paid out money for a word.
_Cara._— Indeed. Well, let them talk, I’m all suspense; Proceed, kind gentlemen, but utter sense.
(SUITORS _all come down meekly and sing._)
No. 6.
(_Music._)
| _Suitors._—Oh! Princess, we can talk and warble | In a most agreeable way, | At tennis we are very prominent, | And also great at croquet. | We play at battledore and shuttlecock— | In knickerbockers arrayed, | But are particularly pleasant | While we trill this sweet serenade. | Zum-la-la-la-la-la, (_Playing on guitars._) | Zum-la-la-la-a. | Just give to this a passing glance. | See, in what harmony we dance— | Easy and graceful, lightly we tread. | Please, Miss Caramella, look with | Favor on our suit. | Oh! marry us. | | _Suitors._— { Come dance, boys—kick up, boys, | _Cara. & K._— { Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha. | | _Suitors._— { And cut the pigeon wing. | _Cara. & K._— { How perfectly absurd. | | _Suitors._— { Again, boys. Put in, boys, | _Cara. & K._— { Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha. | | _Suitors._— { And show her how we fling. | _Cara. & K._— { How perfectly absurd. | | _Suitors._— { To right—to left—in front— | _Cara. & K._— { How perfectly absurd. | | _Suitors._— { Behind—below—oh—oh—oh—oh— | _Cara. & K._— { How perfectly absurd.
(_All dance furiously_, CARA. _and_ KING _laughing. At end of music_ SUITORS _all get down on knees and wait._)
_Cara._ (_sarcastically_).— And is this all? Quite finished? Surely done? Not overlooked a single charm—not one? You all excel in something—so you say; (_Changing tone quickly._) You don’t excel enough—please go away.
(_Turns back on_ SUITORS _and goes down_ R.)
_Suitors._—Alas!
_King._— We feel most sorry for your woe, But such is fate. We fear you’ll have to go.
_1st S._— Have pity, oh! your Highness. See us here Most miserable suitors. See that tear. (_Showing handkerchief._) Be kind to us poor suitors.
_King_ (_sternly._)— Gentlemen! We are surprised to hear that word again; You are not suitors!
_1st S._— Yes, your Highness.
_King._— No!! Didn’t you hear our daughter tell you so? How can you _suitors_ be when you don’t—
_Cara._— Hush! Oh, father, do not say it—please don’t.
_King._— Tush! It is our duty as a crownèd Prince; We can’t descend from speaking plain, to hints. You can’t be suitors.
_Suitors._— Tell at any cost!
_King._— Because you do not _suit her_!
(KING _and_ CARA. _burst out into laughter. Suitors get up slowly and brush dust off knees._)
_1st S._— Of course, if you choose to treat us in this way, We obey.
_2d S._— I suppose you have the right to be gay At our expense—but it won’t pay.
_3d S._— You of course can say—anything you choose, Certainly you may.
_4th S._— But here we shall not stay
_5th S._— To hear all the mean things you say,
_6th S._— In this disagreeable way.
_All._— Good day.
(_Exeunt_ R. _gate quickly._)
_King_ (_turning._).—Hey? Ah! they have gone.
(CARA. _begins to cry._ KING _turns and sees her._)
Hullo! Why how is this? What, crying, daughter? Didn’t you dismiss These silly men because they didn’t suit? I do not understand it—I’m a brute!
_Cara._— Oh! dearest father (_aside_, Yes, I’ll tell,) my heart Is sad beyond the power of suitor’s art; I sigh for other things, and sigh again For something else; but always sigh in vain. I wait with eager longing for the time When I can reach that altitude sublime, For which I hope—which in my dreams I see— Oh! dearest father, don’t you pity me?
_King._— Alas! my daughter, this is hard to hear— You’re eating candy far too much, my dear.
_Cara._— Oh! no, dear pa.
_King._— Then you in love must be, Those symptoms indicate a heart not free. You love!!!
_Cara._— Ah, yes!
_King_ (_starting_).— What!! Do I hear aright? You love! (_Aside._) Great guns! my income put to flight. When this unfortunate result is told, Good-bye to suitors, and to all their gold. (_Aloud._) Oh, daughter! daughter! this will never do. (_Fiercely._) Who is this _creature_ that’s beloved by you?
_Cara._— Ah! yes, I love! but in a different way From that expressed by those buffoons to-day. My love is sticky.
_King._— _Sticky??_
_Cara._— Yes, and sweet. And _almost_—but not _quite_—too good to eat.
_King._— Who is he? Are you raving?
_Cara._— No, dear pa. How impolite and curious you are. I love!—_oh heavens!_—even in my dreams, Molasses candy! gum drops! choc’late creams! ’Tis that I love—’tis _candy_ I adore.
_King (aside)._— The danger is averted. (_Aloud to Cara._) Tell me more.
(_Music._) (CARA. _comes down front and sings._)
No. 7.
| _Cara._—Candy—sweetest word e’er spoken; | Candy—whether mixed or broken. | Tender dreams of candy pulling; | Visions sweet, of buttered pans; | Anxious longing, while it’s cooling; | He is blest who understands. | Ah! thou delicious molasses, | And thou glorious chocolate creams. | Oh candy!—thy beauty surpasses, | Surpasses our most roseate dreams. | Ah! | Beautiful, tender caramel, | Soothing to taste, and pleasant to smell; | Vanilla, lemon, chocolate, move | My sensitive heart far more than suitor’s love. | | _King (aside)._—Her heart is moved by candy more than love. | | _Cara._—Ah! | Beautiful, tender caramel, | Soothing to taste, and pleasant to smell; | Vanilla, lemon, chocolate, move | My sensitive heart far more than suitor’s love. | Tender and fragrant is the smell, | And soothing is the caramel; | Lemon, vanilla, and chocolate, move | My heart far more than suitor’s love. | Lemon, chocolate, sweeter than suitor’s love, | Sweeter than love. | | _2nd Verse. (For encore.)_ | | Who would care for man’s affection. | Who would wish engagement rings; | When, in every known direction, | You can find sweet sugar things. | Ah! thou delicious molasses.
(_Et sequitur—same as first. Exit_ CARA.—_up stage_ L. _while singing._)
_King._—(_Solil._) All this is very nice, but as it sounds Experience was gained by eating pounds Of candy—ah! who’s this—
(_Enter_ SASSYFRASS C.)
Oh! Sassyfrass, I want some information here—my lass. How many pounds of candy, in a day, Can you and Caramella put away.
_Sassy._— Excuse me—“Put away.”
_King._— Eat!!
_Sassy._— Oh!—I see! In pounds?
_King._— Yes!
_Sassy_ (_counting_).—Eighteen, twenty, twenty-three.
_King._— Great guns!
_Sassy._— Why, that’s not much.
_King._— You mean to say That she eats three-and-twenty pounds a day? Ah!—that’s the reason why she fails to see The sweetness in her lovers—twenty-three. (_Aside._) Good gracious!—twenty-three!!—and _I_ to pay; I’ll marry her this very blessed day, I will!—What, twenty-three—as I’m a king— We change all this.
(CHEMISTS _heard singing outside. Music._)
(_Aloud._) Ah! listen! just the thing; Those celebrated chemists walking near; Quick, Sassyfrass—go out and bring them here.
(_Exit_ SASSY. R. _gate._)
I’ll get advice—but I’m reduced, and hence, I’ll only give a dollar-and-seventy cents.
(_Takes out money from pocket._)
That’s all those suitors gave me—but that sum Will surely be sufficient—here they come.
(_Music._)
(_Enter_ SASSY., _followed by_ CHEMISTS, R. _gate._ CHEMISTS _dancing._)
No. 8.
| (_Enter_ MAIDS _from back, creeping down, curiously._) | | _Chemists._—When you are ill, or blue in the gill, | If you’re shaking with a chill— | You’ll shake until—you take our pill. | It will either cure or it will kill— | It will either cure or kill. | This priceless balm we have brought from far, | The sweet-scented spirits of ammonia. | | _Maids._—(_Lean over, smell bottles, and sneeze._) Kechew!! | | _Chemists._—Sweet spirits of ammonia. | | _All._— Spirits of ammonia. | | _Chemists._—We are allopathic— _Maids._—Kechew! | | _Chemists._—Or homœopathic— _Maids._—Kechew! | | _Chemists._—We cure all diseases by rule mathematic. | | _All._— Kechew! Kechew! Kechew! (_Sneezing violently._) | This precious balm { they } have brought from far, | { we } | Is the “spirits ammonia.” | | (_Repeat chorus, with drum and cymbals, on “Kechew.”_)
No. 9.
| _King._— But where is the Professor? | | _Chemists._—He is coming now; don’t you hear the row. | | (_Cymbals and gong._) | | He is coming in all his greatness— | Tremble!! | | (_Enter_ PROFESSOR R. _gate._) | | _All._— I wonder what he’s going to say, | Doesn’t he look awful wise? | He has an interesting way, | And also an imposing size—
_(Music leads up to note, and gives chord._ PROF. _comes forward as if to sing, but bows, and_ SAYS, _sweetly,_)
_Prof._ (_spoken_).—Good morning!
_All_ (_disappointedly_).—Good morning!
No. 10.
| _Prof._— On second thoughts, | It is not a good morning; | For though the sun shines bright, | Take warning— | Southerly wind, and a cloudy sky | Winds northwest, perhaps, by and by, | For New York and Pennsyl_va_nia, | And the states on _the_ Gulf of Mexico. | For Arkansas there will be | A great disturbance in mercuree; | And for all the other states that remain | They will have local rain, | Frost and hail, and ice and snow, | And cold winds will rage and blow; | Earthquakes, water-spouts, cyclones, thunder-storms, | Whirlwinds, tidal waves, very bad tempests; | But in spite of this there will be | Pleasant weather generallee. | But you’d better all take pains | To look out for local rains.
No. 11.
| This I know for— | | _Sings._—I am a great astrologer. | | _All._— A regular sockdologer. | | _Prof._— A graduated colledger. | My name is Finigin; | I get my knowledge from the stars | From pickled snakes put up in jars, | From dead men’s wired vertebras, | From skulls of apes and men. | | _All._— He is a great ass— | | (PROF. _turns and scowls._) | | ——trologer. | He is a great ass—trologer. | He is a great ass—trologer! | | _2nd Verse._ | | _Prof._— I take a pint of kerosene, | | _Chem._— Tremendous pint of kerosene. | | _Prof._— And let two hours intervene, | Then mix it in a pill, | Four candle ends, molasses too, | With squills and ginger-snaps and glue, | ’Twill settle any one of you, | And cure your every ill. | | _All._— That is a great li—— | | (PROF. _turns and scowls._) | | ——fe preserver. | That is a great li——fe preserver. | That is a great li——fe preserver!
(PROF. _turns and comes down front to_ KING.)
_Prof._— That’s but the smallest part of what I know; Now, if you like, I’ll go ahead and show The relative conditions that appear In pharmacologistic law.
(_Opens large dictionary._)
_Sassy._— Oh dear!
(PROF. _scowls, looks severely at_ SASSY, _then to all._)
_Prof._— Apparently this subject isn’t one Of universal interest—
(_Shuts dictionary with a bang._)
I’m done!!
_King._— Well, yes! as you were saying—it _is_ late, (_Cheerfully._) And we have some important things to state. (_Calling_)—Hey! Caramella!!
(_Enter_ CARA., L.)
Here’s the first of men, Professor Paracelsus Finigin.
(PROF. _and_ CARA. _bow._)
_Cara._ (_frightened_).— Oh, thank you!
_Prof._— Charmed! I do assure you, me’m, Quite pretty well, considering?
_Chemists_ (_very loudly_).—Ahem!!
_Cara._ (_starting_).—O dear! What’s that?
_Prof._— Excuse me, I forgot—
(_To chemists._)
You want an introduction, do you not?
_Chem._—H’m, H’m! (_Assenting._)
_Prof._—Well, this is Princess Caramella, daughter of our honored king, Nougat First.
_Chem._—Ho! Ho! (_Surprised._)
_Prof._ (_to Cara._)—And these gentlemen are followers in my footsteps and like me, though in a minor degree. Doctors of Science and Registered Pharmacists.
_Chem._—Ha! Ha! (_Satisfaction._)
_Prof._ (_introducing_).—Princess Caramella—Registered Pharmacists. Registered Pharmacists—Princess Caramella.
_Chem._—He, he! (_Laughing._)
(CARA. _and_ CHEMISTS _bow._)
_King._—And now, most learned gentlemen, we’ll tell The reason why we want you.