THE
Cinnamon Heart,

A Mediæval Candy Scrape,

In 3 Acts.

WRITTEN BY
Mr. Arthur L. Brown and Mr. Howard Hoppin.

Authors’ Copy.

PROVIDENCE:
J. A. & R. A. REID, Printers, 24 Custom House Street.
1883.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1881, by Arthur L. Brown
and Howard Hoppin, in the office of the Librarian of
Congress, at Washington.

All Rights Reserved.

Address,
ARTHUR L. BROWN, or
HOWARD HOPPIN,
Providence, R. I.

Dramatis Personæ.

Synopsis of Scenery.

ACT I.

Castle Courtyard of Nougat I.:

• Back drop, landscape.
• Castle and tower back L. centre, with door and window over—Door bell.
• Low stone wall back R. centre from castle.
• High stone wall R. (boxed), with large gate.
• Stone castle (boxed) L., with door.

ACT II.

Chemist’s Laboratory:

• Back flat.
• Large stone arched window in it, R.
• Concealed door (on pivot) L. centre.
• Stone forge and chimney R. front.
• Door L.
• Sides boxed—stone walls—covered with small shelves—bottles, skulls, skeletons, etc.

ACT III.

Same as Act I., but with window broken and signs of devastation.

The Cinnamon Heart.

Note.—The marginal lines indicate portions to be sung.

ACT I.

Castle Courtyard of Nougat I.—Suitors grouped about stage, looking up at window, L. C. All with guitars. All singing.

No. 1.

Suitors.—

The breezes of morning,

Softly laden with perfumes,

Betoken that breakfast is on the table,

And the Royal family finishing

The Charlotte Russe and lobster

Salad, ’scolloped oysters, lemonade,

And melted ice-cream,—left

From last night’s party.

’Twas there we met her.

Ah! ’twas there we lost our hearts.

And early this morning we’ve come

To make our party calls,

To ask her hand,

And serenade this lovely

Princess Caramella.

(Then accompany upon guitars.)

Song.—

Maiden with golden hair,

Maiden of beauty rare,

List to our humble prayer,

E’er we get thinner.

Look out, we humbly pray,

Turn not your eyes away,

Ask us to call to-day,

Also to dinner.

Of this, would’st know the cause,

Say we, without a pause,

It is what we all love to do,

All love to do.

Hunger and love combined

In us are closely twined.

It is what we all love to do,

All love to do.

(Interlude, with guitar accompaniment. All change to another position and sing.)

2nd Verse.

Why doth the Chicadee

Eat up the bumble bee?

Why doth the sangaree

Soak up the sugar?

Why doth the little lamb

Dance round the parent ram?

Why doth the juicy clam

Stay in salt water?

Why doth the pretty fly

Die in the apple pie?

It is what they all love to do,

All love to do.

Why are we singing here

To Caramella dear?

It is what we all love to do,

All love to do.

(Suitors all crowd together at castle door, and consult.)

1st S.—

Oh! where are servants? She’s at home, I trust.

Let’s ring.

2d S.—

We dare not!

3d S.—

Oh! we can’t!

1st S.—

We must!

There’s no one here; we’ll have to ring this bell.

You do it. I’m too tired (to 2d S.).

2d S.—

Very well.

But stay! ’twill jar my nerves. (To 3d S.) You ring.

3d S.—

What! I?

With feelings so depressed? Oh, no! You try (to 4th).

Here, ring!

4th S.—

Ah! well, if so, I must. But, oh!

Suppose there is a dog. You ring (to 5th S.).

5th S.—

No! no!

Perhaps they have a gun that shoots. Oh! dear.

I am afraid. You ring (to 6th S.).

6th S.—

I’m dead with fear.

I wonder if she’s in. What shall we do?

You ring (to 1st S.).

1st S.—

No. You (to 2d).

2d S.—

No. You (to 3d).

3d S.—

No. You (to 4th).

4th S.—

No. You (to 5th).

2d S.—

How can we do it?

1st S.—

Do it in a crowd!

By ringing all together—quick and loud.

(Suitors all take hands down stage; go up hand in hand cautiously, and prepare to ring. 1st S. holding bell.)

No. 2.

Music.—Prelude. (All pull and sing.)

All.—

Ring at the door-bell,

Pull at the knocker;

Ring at the door-bell. Pull!

(Pull door-bell out. All fall down stage. Music. Enter Sassy and Maids C. door.)

Sassy.—

Gentlemen, why do you ring so loudly

That our door-bell gives away?

Suitors.—

We have come to see your Royal Mistress,

Is she to be seen to-day?

Maids.—

{ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Suitors.—

{ Oh! in love, in love we are.

Maids.—

{ You must see her Pa.

Suitors.—

{ Not with her Pa.

Maids.—

{ For you strangers are.

Suitors.—

{ We’re from afar, we are.

Maids.—

{ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Suitors.—

{ To see our love.

Maids.—

{ You must talk with her Papa-a-a-a-a-a.

Suitors.—

{ Not her Papa a-a-a-a-a.

(Suitors step forward and show cards.)

2d Verse.

Suitors.—

Here you have our cards all neatly made by

Tiffany, of New York city.

Sassy.—

That establishes your reputation.

We will take them unto her.

Suitors.—

{ Please be sure they go to her.

Maids.—

{ We’ll be sure they go to her.

Suitors.—

{ Please be sure they go to her.

Maids.—

{ We’ll be sure they go to her.

(Suitors give cards to Maids. Exeunt Sassy and Maids into house C.)

Interlude.

(Suitors come down R. front and sing.)

No. 3.

Suitors.—

When you love a Royal Princess,

If it’s hard—send your card;

She will have to marry, since es-

Cape is hard, very hard;

For she never likes to forfeit,

Or retard, your regard;

So you always can with profit,

Send your card.

(King looks out of window C.—takes up retarded note, and sings.)

King.—

Good morning, sirs, just wait until

I can arrange my dish-y-bill.

I have your cards, and will be down

As soon as I can find my crown,

My gilded sceptre, and my purple shirt.

(Shuts window.)

Suitors.—

Now we’re certain of the Princess

For her dad has our card.

She will have to marry, since es-

Cape is hard, very hard;

For the King won’t let her forfeit,

Or retard, our regard;

Thus we have, this time, with profit,

Sent our card.

(All talk together back R. Music. Enter King with cards, to slow dance.—King comes down C., and sings.)

No. 4.

King.—

Of all the jolly fellows,

The jolliest are Kings;

They are utterly oblivious

Of disagreeable things.

Now I have been a pauper

For the devil of a while,

But as a King, I hide it

With a long-drawn smile.

(Smiles broadly.)

With a side-long smile,

With a long sighed smile,

But as a King, I hide it

With a long-drawn smile.

Ha! Ha! (Very joyful.)

Ha! Ha! (Melancholy.)

Ha! Ha! (Very sadly.)

Music.

(King takes slow dance up stage.)

(2nd Verse.)

Secure in his position,

A monarch never cares

If all his clothes are tattered,

And filled with holes and tears.

Just gaze upon this mantle,

It’s nearly torn in half,

But as a King I view it,

With a long-drawn laugh.

(Smiles.)

With a side-long laugh,

Yes!—a long sighed laugh,

But as a King, I view it,

With a long-drawn laugh.

Ha! Ha!

Ha! Ha!

Ha! Ha!

(Dances slowly around stage. Sees Suitors and speaks.)

King.—

Ah! gentlemen! Good morning—hope you’re well.

Suitors.—

Yes!—thank your Highness!

King.—

That is good—now tell

Your business here.

Suitors.—

Yes—thank your High—

King.—

(Interrupting.)—Proceed!

You come as suitors,

Suitors.—

Yes, my liege!

King.—

Indeed!

(Aside.) Our daughter seems to be in great demand;

I wonder if they only want her hand.

That’s all that they can get—for I’m so poor

I don’t know where to find my lunch. I’m sure

The man that marries her must furnish gold,

And do it now—at once—they must be told.

(Turning to Suitors. Aloud.)

Now, gentlemen, to business—you are here

As suitors for our daughter, that is clear.

You love our daughter—if aright we read.

Suitors.—

Oh, yes, your Highness, very much indeed.

King.—

Yes!—that is clear—now, as to worldly things

Pray—let us see the gifts that each one brings.

Suitors.—

The gifts! Your Highness— (Astonished.)

King.—

Certainly—of course

Some compensation equal to the loss

To us—both for the time we’re wasting here,

And for the losing of our daughter dear.

Suitors.—

Good Gracious! (Low to each other.)

King.—

(Impatiently.) Well!—be quick!—here is our crown.

Out with your money, now, and put it down.

(King holds crown behind him. Suitors all advance, and put in money.)

’Tis our unfailing custom—ever since

The time when we became a Sovereign Prince,

And had a daughter with enough good looks

To ope to me—her suitors’ pocket-books—

(Takes money from crown and puts it in pocket.)

And now as this small point of etiquette

Has been so easily and surely met,

We’ll ask you to excuse us for a while,

Until we go and put your cards on file.

And with the Princess, we’ll return again

Within this court about the hour of ten.

(King bows, and exit C. door. Suitors stand in same positions looking at each other in silence, feeling in pockets.—Pause.)

1st S.—