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Cale! Brother! You-- You have done this? You, my husband, have done this?
Please, Rosaleen, forgive me-- I didn't know what I was doing.
Will any breath come from you lips, brother? Will you not say something?
You were always so kind to me I hardly felt I deserved it.
Will you not smile for me? Will you not ask me to dance once more?
No, you are gone. He has stolen your precious life.
Your life is gone, and with it, his immortal soul.
Rosaleen, please, I feared, I thought--
You thought I loved him. I did love him.
But not as I once loved you. You should have known that.
Rosaleen, please, come away.
We can get away from all this. I will call for the horses.
I cannot possibly leave now, I am big with child.
Let this baby be born elsewhere, away from here.
I doubt the child will take breath at all. You have seen to that.
Do not be cruel. Maybe God will look kindly upon us.
Bloom, little Rose, bloom, little Rose,
Bloom with me 'till nightfall's shade...
Bloom, little Rose, bloom, little Rose
Bloom with me 'till springtime fades...
Thou art a murderess, but a mother too.
a murderess...
Cale! Cale!
Wake up, Cale. You can't be gone. Cale!
You forget yourself, girl! Help your mistress to her chamber.
It may be her deathbed.
Let not her goodness be assaulted by this world,
my pulse must quicken, my words cannot express
my hope for mercy upon this fair mistress.
Let not her goodness be assaulted by this world
my pulse must quicken, my words cannot express
my hope for mercy upon this fair mistress.
Let not this flower fade, hear my mute appeal
If love can sustain
If truth of heart can heal
Then live...
Rosaleen...
Well?
I congratulate you. It is a beautiful healthy baby daughter.
Praise God, the child lives!
And Rosaleen? Is she well?
Why will you not speak? How is Rosaleen?
How fares my child?
She is dead, madam.
Stories to be written and stories to be told
seek happiness in love with the renewal of life.
Each new little baby that screams aloud in pleasure
at the newness of the world, will, like its parents, meet death.
Cry, little child, cry...
Cry with the abundance of hope God has given
Cry with the harsh knowledge of your mortality.
Cry, my baby, cry...
Cry until your mother sings you asleep.
Cry, little child, cry...
Cry until your mother sings you asleep.
Father: Brad Baron Mother: Tara Ohtrman
Widow Crawford: Tessa Romano
Isabella/Daughter: Amy Vickery
Cale: Matthew Walsh Alina: Fiona Chan
Son: Asher Muldoon Rosaleen: Alexis Rodda Dalton: Robert Olson
MUSIC AND ORCHESTRATION BY Maxwell Mamon
BOOK, LYRICS, AND DIRECTION by Alexis Rodda