EPILOGUEAs the audience enters, funeral music plays throughout the theater. Before a front drop depicting in a honeycombed beehive the class system of mid-19th century England, two workmen enter. They pull down the drop. The deafeningly shrill sound of a factory whistle
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"And how are they today?"
"Hungry, as always, Miss Johanna." The birds are lifted, so she can see them and push little bits of bread to them. And as she does so, she sings.
"Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate,
Sitting in cages,
Never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits,
Beckoning, beckoning,
Just beyond the bars.
How can you remain,
Staring at the rain,
Maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
Anything?
How is it you sing?
Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
Whence comes this melody constantly flowing?
Is it rejoicing or merely halloing?
Are you discussing or fussing
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
Ringdove and robinet,
Is it for wages,
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's
Safer in cages,
Singing when you're told?"
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"My cage has many rooms,
Damask and dark.
Nothing there sings,
Not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
When they're captive.
Teach me to be more adaptive.
Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
Teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly,
Let me sing."
Her task of feeding and petting the birds ended, she stares into the distance, her manner lonely and unhappy.
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"I have sailed the world,
Beheld its wonders,
From the pearls of Spain
To the rubies of Tibet,
But not even in London
Have I seen such a wonder . . .
(Breathlessly)
Lady look at me look at me miss oh
Look at me please oh
Favor me favor me with your glance.
Ah, miss,
What do you what do you see off
There in those trees oh
Won't you give won't you give me a chance?
Who would sail to Spain
For all its wonders,
When in Kearney's Lane
Lies the greatest wonder yet?
Ah, miss,
Look at you look at you pale and
Ivory-skinned oh
Look at you looking so sad so queer.
Promise
Not to retreat to the darkness
Back of your window
Not till you not till you look down here.
Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at me..."
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"Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
Teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly,
Let me sing..."
But she has seen him now, and their eyes lock, and she stops singing, entranced.
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"Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman..."
He digs out a coin and throws it hurriedly into her bowl; he has more pressing matters to deal with.
She peers at him and bows her head subserviently.
"Beg your pardon, it's you, sir ...
Thank yer... Thank yer kindly...He gives an absent nod to her before turning back, but alas, Joanna is gone ( ... )
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"I feel you,
Johanna,
I feel you.
I was half convinced I'd waken,
Satisfied enough to dream you.
Happily I was mistaken,
Johanna!
I'll steal you,
Johanna,
I'll steal you..."
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"Johanna! Johanna!"
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"Oh dear," she says, scurrying away back to the house, watching the Judge approach in fear.
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"If I see your face again on this or any other neighbor street, you'll rue the day you were born. Is that plain enough speaking for you?"
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Anthony shakes his head pleadingly. "But, friend, I have no fight with you..."
Before he can say another word, the Beadle takes the cage from him, opens its door, takes out the bird, wrings its neck and then tosses it away. "Get the gist of it, 'friend'? Next time it'll be your neck!" He gives a menacing little smile and follows after the judge.
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