Arranged By George B. Bartlett.
The Bride. — White dress and veil, wreath, also a faded wreath.
Lovell. - Knee-breeches of white paper-cambric, coat faced with same, ruffled shirt, white cravat, white wig and beard for last scenes.
( same as Lovell, excepting bright-colored breeches and facings.
Four Gentlemen or Boys, )
Four Ladies or Girls. — Silk train-dresses, powdered hair.
The Baroness. - Black dress in same style.
Six Little Children in ordinary dress.
Properties. - One table, one chair, two boxes. Front, side, and lid of chest four feet and a half long, two feet and a half high. The lid is hinged, as usual, to the back ; the four sides of the chest are not nailed together, but merely held together by hooks and eyes at each corner inside. The sides must be unhooked for the last scene to allow the chest to fall to pieces.
At rise of curtain the bride and Lovell stand in centre of stage, at back ; the baron and baroness, at the left hand of Lovell. The others stand in two lines at side, gentlemen at right hand of partners. They dance as follows : head couple forward and back; sides forward and back twice, and bow; grand right and left. The pianist must play the melody; and, as the bride and Lovell meet at head of the stage, the singer must twice sing the chorus,"Oh the Mistletoe-Bough !"At the word"bough,"the couples join right hands, and bow first to partner, then to opposites, in exact time with music. The song then begins, the same dance coming in as marked.
The mistletoe hung in the castle-hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall,
And the baron's retainers were blithe and gay, And keeping their Christmas holiday.
Lovell leads his Bride forward, and points up. They go backward to place, he points to sides of stage.
Sides forward and back, bow, and begin the dance, which goes on as above.
The baron beheld with a father's pride His beautiful child, young Lovell's bride; While she with her bright eyes seemed to be The star of the goodly company.
CHORUS. Oh the mistletoe-bough! Oh the mistletoe-bough!
Lovell leads Bride to Baron, who salutes her; he then leads her to centre of stage, and puts a ring upon her finger.
They look tenderly at each other, and remain in centre, hand in hand, until chorus, when they bow, first to each other, then to sides.
All bow as before.
"I'm weary of dancing now,"she cried :
"Here tarry a moment, I'll hide, I'll hide! And, Lovell, be sure thou'rt the first to trace
The clew to my secret lurking-place."
Away she ran, and her friends began Each tower to search, and each nook to scan; And young Lovell cried,"Oh! where dost thou hide? I'm lonesome without thee, my own dear bride."
Oh the mistletoe-bough!
Bride comes forward, stretches out her hands wearily, places left hand on Lovell's shoulder, who also comes forward; she points over her shoulder, and runs off, R. Dancers cross, and go out.
Lovell expresses despair. Baroness coma forward, places her right hand on his shoulder. They salute each other, then bow to audience at chorus.
SCENE II. - Chest, C; table tipped over, R.: chair on floor, L. The melody is played. Bride enters hastily ; first hides behind the table, then decides to enter chest, draws up chair, and steps in. The chorus is then sung, and the Bride lets the lid fall heavily at last note.
They sought that night, and they sought her next day, And they sought her in vain when a week passed away. In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot Young Lovell sought wildly, but found her not.
The dancers enter slowly, pause a moment, then cross, and exit.
SCENE III. - Children are playing Thread-the-Needle, in time to the melody; they stop suddenly, two of them point to right of stage.
And years flew by, and their grief at last
Was told as a sorrowful tale long past; And, when Lovell appeared, the children cried,
"See! the old man weeps for his fairy bride."
Oh the mistletoe-bough!
Lovell appears, R., dressed as an old man, and crosses the stage slowly.
He bows his head, and weeps, then salutes the Children, who bow to him, and then to audience.
SCENE IV. - Same as Scene III., except that the chest is unhooked at comers, and the faded wreath inside.
At length an oak chest that had long lain hid Was found in the castle; they raised the lid, And a skeleton form lay mouldering there In the bridal wreath of the lady fair. Oh, sad was her fate! in sportive jest She hid from her lord in the old oak chest; It closed with a spring, and her bridal bloom Lay withering there in a living tomb. Oh the mistletoe-bough!
Old man slowly enters, and attempts to raise the lid; pushes the right comer, and chest falls. He holds up the wreath with trembling fingers. Gazes with horror on the chest. Turns to audi' ence, and points towards it. He kneels, and at last note of chorus falls on ruins of the chest.