| The day is past and over
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| All thanks, oh Lord, to thee
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| I pray thee now that sinless
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| The hours of dark may be
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| Though many are the perils
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| Through which I have to go
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| Oh Lord, keep me in thy sight
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| And guard me through the coming night
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| The holly and the ivy
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| When they are both full grown
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| Of all the trees that are in the wood
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| The holly bears the crown
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| O, the rising of the sun
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| And the running of the deer
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| The playing of the merry organ
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| Sweet singing in the choir
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| Sweet singing in the choir
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| Sweet singing in the choir
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| Sing, for it’s Lammastide!
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| Sing, for it’s Lammastide!
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| Dance for who knows if we’ll live til the spring
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| Dance for who knows if we’ll live til the spring
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| Who will protect us?
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| A doll made of corn
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| (During this, events become Gothic and unreal. We hear ironic echoes of the
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| story so far — voices swirling and overlapping. |
| Anne Catherick, Laura,
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| Hartright, Glyde and Fosco all appear to her as if in a dream)
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| I can trust you
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| So strange, and yet so true
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| I see myself…
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| It’s true!
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| I will not stand for it, I will not!
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| You’ll be fine, Lady Glyde
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| I don’t trust him, or anyone!
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| Are you happy now?
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| Laura, you know you can trust me!
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| Trust you? |
| Now, why should I trust you?
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| You have betrayed me!
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| Take her back to the asylum!
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| You will not be harmed!
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| Marian, wake up!
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| I’ll haunt you…
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| She had a secret she would tell…
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| I’ll haunt you till you die!
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| Wake up! |
| Help me!
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| Perhaps I’m not the only one with secrets!
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| I am a doctor. |
| Trust me
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| They’ve come to lock me up!
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| You must be confined!
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| (screams)
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| What have they done to you?!
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| And I never lie!
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| I would wake and find her! |
| Wake and find her…
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| I must find her…
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| (Laura is dragged out by Glyde. Fosco exits. Marian manages to drag herself up) |