A modest place, our
quiet little inn.
Surprising spot, perhaps, for plots
For travelers are weary from the
And seek their rest within our sweet
But revolution’s winds outside our
Inspire argument within these halls.
and the COUNT enter and argue)
The proud, colonial Americans
fight -- not yet with guns.
But this dispute
is more than politics:
It seems our guests
are in another fix.
Impassioned politics have
Affairs of state share stage
with those of hearts.
Now meet our guests. The
I like the French, but this one? Pas vraiment.
I have a title!
Of money, if you want to know my taste.
And here's a fellow fool of upper class,
is to say --
very pompous ass!
This Englishman, the Duke of Bawlingbrook,
Is rich in title, poor
His pocket is as empty as his head!
One more remark and yours, sir, will be
On Old World nonsense all day long the fight’ll
Rage and fume -- its money vs. title.
point of all this struggle,
you may say?
enters and struts about)
But first, let's meet a third who joins
Captain Adam Stoutheart!
En route to meet with
He's most impressive-looking on his horse
And every inch aware
of it, of course.
men circle each other, distrustful)
And so, in a righteous, wrangling, rondelay,
three debate the issues of the day.
We have to break our union with King George!
But there's a private union they would
(MIRANDA enters. All
three men freeze and stare in abject
And there's Miranda, mistress of this
Bright spirit, firm of figure, fair
The loveliest in all
It's she we gentlemen all vie to
In manly argument they mouth their
But seek another usage for their
Perhaps I am too frank --
For that's my name, you see, Frank Thoroughgood.
servant, and her father's friend,
me to, when he had reached his end,
over her, and as a friend I try,
my guide she seeks to nullify.
Or woman now, I guess. Well,
let things pass,
Unfold and play, for as you've
The picture tells it better
than the word.
The Count, the Duke, the Mistress
of the inn,
The Captain, me. Now
let the play begin!