Trivial Pursuit #108 — Page 2

YES! It was a sword!

While Gilbert was at work in his study, a Japanese Sword mounted on the wall clattered to the ground, giving Gilbert a tremendous idea!

CONGRATULATIONS LAEL! Your knowledge of THE MIKADO is astounding!!!

Your Prize: It's back to ancient Japan with you. You are to marry a Wand'rin Minstrel named Nanki-Poo. Look out though, because if he is beheaded, you must be buried alive!

But if you can save him, you will live happily ever after!


Thanks for Playing!!!

THE FINALE OF ACT ONE - Hour of Gladness Section

SOLO--KATISHA.

The hour of gladness
Is dead and gone;
In silent sadness
I live alone!
The hope I cherished
All lifeless lies,
And all has perished
Save love, which never dies!
Oh, faithless one, this insult you shall rue!
In vain for mercy on your knees you'll sue.
I'll tear the mask from your disguising!

NANK. (aside). Now comes the blow!
KAT. Prepare yourselves for news surprising!
NANK. (aside). How foil my foe?
KAT. No minstrel he, despite bravado!
YUM. (aside, struck by an idea). Ha! ha! I know!
KAT. He is the son of your----

(Nanki-Poo, Yum-Yum, and Chorus, interrupting, sing Japanese words,
to drown her voice.)

O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to!
KAT. In vain you interrupt with this tornado!
He is the only son of your----
ALL. O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to!
KAT. I'll spoil----
ALL. O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to!
KAT. Your gay gambado!
He is the son----
ALL. O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to!
KAT. Of your----
ALL. O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to!
KAT. The son of your----
ALL. O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to! oya! oya!

Music: Arthur Sullivan
Lyrics: William Gilbert

And because I'm being infected with Mary_Ethel's lyric-happy disease:

MADRIGAL.

YUM-YUM, PITTI-SING, NANKI-POO, and PISH-TUSH

Brightly dawns our wedding day;
Joyous hour, we give thee greeting!
Whither, whither art thou fleeting?
Fickle moment, prithee stay!
What though mortal joys be hollow?
Pleasures come, if sorrows follow:
Though the tocsin sound, ere long,
Ding dong! Ding dong!
Yet until the shadows fall
Over one and over all,
Sing a merry madrigal--
A madrigal!

Fal-la--fal-la! etc. (Ending in tears.)

Let us dry the ready tear,
Though the hours are surely creeping
Little need for woeful weeping,
Till the sad sundown is near.
All must sip the cup of sorrow--
I to-day and thou to-morrow;
This the close of every song--
Ding dong! Ding dong!
What, though solemn shadows fall,
Sooner, later, over all?
Sing a merry madrigal--
A madrigal!

Fal-la--fal-la! etc. (Ending in tears.)

Music: Arthur Sullivan
Lyrics: William Gilbert

Lael MADE me do it!!!

Updated On: 4/16/05 at 06:00 PM

And for the next three days I will be away, so unless Mary_Ethel chooses to conduct some T.P.'s, there will be none in my absence.