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Title: The Victrola book of the opera : stories of one hundred and twenty operas with seven-hundred illustrations and descriptions of twelve-hundred Victor opera records
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Victor Talking Machine Company Rous, Samuel Holland
Subjects: Operas
Publisher: Camden, N.J. : Victor Talking Machine Co.
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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d, then sits down in hisdoorway and soliloquizes. He cannot forget the song which Walter delivered before theMastersingers,—its beauty haunts him.Sachs: The elders scent is waxing So mild, so full and strong! Its charm my limbs relaxing: Words unto my lips would throng. But Id better stick to my leather And let all this poetry be! (He tries again to work.) And yet—it haunts me still. I feel, but comprehend ill; Cannot forget it,—and yet cannot grasp it;I measure it not, een when I clasp it.It seemed so old, yet new in its chime,—Like songs of birds in sweet May-time:-Springs commandAnd gentle handHis soul with this did entrust:He sang because he must! Eva now learns of Walter s rejectionand is so indignant that she promisesto elope with him. The lovers are inter-rupted and forced to hide by Beckmesser,who comes beneath Evas window forthe double purpose of serenading herand rehearsing the song he is to singfor the prize on the morrow. HansSachs, hearing the tinkling of the lute
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David: Forgive me, Master, and pardon the slip!peeps out, and just as Beckmesser begins to sing Sachs breaks out into a jolly folk-song. Sachs: Tooral looral!Tiddy fol de rol!Oho! Tralala! Oho! When mother Eve from ParadiseWas by the Almighty driven,Her naked feet so small and nice,By stones were sorely riven! Beckmesser is greatly annoyed and says Sachs must be drunk. After a long altercation withthe cobbler, Beckmesser finally starts his song, but as Sachs continues to hammer on his shoe ateach mistake or wrong accent, Beckmesser gets badly mixed, and delivers himself of this doggerel: 310

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