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Musical: Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum, A
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PSEUDOLUS Gather around, handmaidens of sorrow. MILES Sound the flute, Blow the horn, Pluck the lute, Forward mourn! All Crete was at her feet, All Thrace was in her thrall, All Sparta loved her sweetness And gaul . . . PSEUDOLUS And Spain . . . MILES And Greece . . . PSEUDOLUS And Egypt . . . MILES And Syria . . . PSEUDOLUS And Mesopotamia . . . MOURNERS All Crete was at her feet, All Thrace was in her thrall, Oh, why should such a blossom fall? MILES Speak the spells, Chant the charms, Toll the bells - PSEUDOLUS Fold the arms! Sir, on behalf of the body, I want to thank you for a lovely funeral. I don't know about you, but I've suffered enough. If you will just give me the contract, I shall take the body and then . . . MILES Strew the soil, Strum the lyre, Spread the oil, Build the pyre! PSEUDOLUS Whoa! A pyre? What kind of pyre? MILES A pyre of fire. PSEUDOLUS Oh, a fire pyre. MILES She must be burned! PSEUDOLUS Burned? Sir! MILES I want her ashes! PSEUDOLUS Captain, I implore you: It is not for us to destroy such loveliness. The gods are aeaiting her. They would not be happy if we sent up a charred virgin. MILES I cannot afford to offend the gods. PSEUDOLUS Who can? All Crete was at her feet, But I shall weep no more, I'll find my consolation as before, Among the simple pleasures of war! Back to main page: Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum, A Lyrics
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