Smothering Fights

Smothering Fights
(Lyrics set to "The Floral Dance")
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HEATHCLIFF :
Do let me win

NELLY :
Thirty six little months, give or take a few
Are you still playing Capulet and Montague ?
Staging each bold rescue
But not saying that yours was each ambush too
De(e)p(-he)arting as you head the coup
How to occupy the retinue !

You'd best come in

HEATHCLIFF :
I'll wait in the hall
'til you give me the call
I've business afoot but I can forestall
Footstools to hand when we start to brawl
Both that mule and his moll I would like to maul

NELLY:
Perhaps we'll keep our voices down !
Lest we summon half of the town

HEATHCLIFF:
Thorning my crown

NELLY:
Now all is diff'rent, please be def'rent - he's lord and master
I don't want you precursoring a disaster

[SOTTO TO CATHY ONLY]
There's someone here from Gimmerton to see you, Mrs. Linton
It's someone you would hear from if your near to who I'm
hhhhhhintin'

CATHY:
Let them in. Let him in. Is it HIM ?! Let him in. It's HIM !!

Here stands the very best of men
It is true to say that we are blessed again
Edgar, dear, some and shake his hand
Don't tell me that you cannot understand
Both of you now, for me, be friends
It is easy, so you see, to make amends
How could you have kept off so long ?
Without you, in my heart, there's no shrine for song

HEATHCLIFF:
I have not come back here to play the hero
Nor massage, with music, your bruised ego
Tell me, Cathy, what did you forego
(for I heard of your marriage not long ago) ?
Fought through a life of bitter woe
When I had nowhere to go, nothing to show

EDGAR:
Are you a soldier of fortune, thus corruptible
So simple to importune, still contemptible ?

ISABELLA:
Edgar, I am eager for acquaintance with this stranger
Love the smell of danger, do shift Cath'rine from her manger

EDGAR:
What ? Not for HIM ?! Break our bond to abscond with a vagabond
?!

HEATHCLIFF:
Now Hindley is mortgaged to the hilt
And old Joseph is reeling at the fate I've built
We would not be crying if the blond, bland blood of this 'ere milksop's
spilt
I'm as guiltless as he's gutless
Guileless and gritless he's the one to jilt

CATHY:
This from the man who ran away ?
Stole the sun from the sky, deepened disarray
Made all grieve, what did you achieve ?
Swear to me now you'll never, never leave
You've rent my heart, see it on my sleeve
Broken in token
Won too