Aida Quartette

              PROGRAM
OF
AIDA QUARTETTE
AND
C. POL PLANCON


NORMA SAUTER
Violin


EDNA WHITE
Trumpet and Piano


CORA SAUTER
'Cello


CLARA HAVEN
Trumpet




PART ONE


1.
March of the Coronation

Meyerbeer




QUARTETTE



2.
Aria (from Il Barbiere di Siviglia

Rossini




MR. PLANCON



3.
Fantasie on Action Theme

Arban




MISS WHITE



4.
Ziegeunerweisen

Sarasate




MISS SAUTER



5.
My Heart at Thy Sweet Voice

Saint Saens




TRIO



6.
Carmena

Nillson




TRUMPET QUARTETTE






PART TWO


1.
Eri Tu (from Un Balls in Maschera)

Verdi




MR. PLANCON



2.
(a) The Swan

Saint Saens



(b) La Fileuse

Dunkler




MISS CORA SAUTER



3.
(a) Die Lorelei

Old German



(b) The Wind Fairies

Pierrot




TRUMPET TRIO



4.
(a) Serenade

Pierrot



(b) Spanish Dance

Moszkowsky




TRIO



5.
March—Chorus






TRUMPET QUARTETTE






LARGO AL FACTOTUM

I'm the factotum of all the town, Make way!  la la — —
Quick!  Now to business, morning hath shown, 'tis day!  la la
Oh, 'tis a charming life, brimful of pleasure, that of a barber, used to high life!
No one can vie with the brilliant Figaro, no, no, none!  la-la-
Always in luck where good fortune is rife; well done!  la-la-
Early and late, for all who require me,
Nothing can tire me, ready for all.
Of all professions that can be mentioned,
That of a barber is best of them all!  la - la —
Scissors in hand, 'mongst my comb and my razors,
I stand at the door when customers call;
Then there are cases—quite diplomatic—
Here damsel sighing, there swain ecstatic,
La ran larala—la - la - —
I am in such request,
Nor night, nor day, I've rest,
Old men and maidens,
Matrons and gallants,
Have you my wig there?
Quick here and shave me!
I've got a headache!
Run with this letter!
Figaro!  Figaro!
No more, no more!  This clamor I'll bear no longer!
For pity's sake, speak one at a time!
Figaro!——I'm here!
Figaro here, Figaro there,
Figaro high, Figaro low.
Figaro, come, Figaro go,
I'm indispensible, irreprehensible.
I'm the factotum of all the town.
A bravo, Figaro, bravo, bravissimo, — — La, la, la,
Thou art a favorite of Fortune
Art, a barber of wide renown,
I'm the factotum of all the town,



ERI TU!

Is it thou that has sullied a soul so pure?
In whose chasteness my spirit delighted—
Thou betrayed me, in whose love I felt secure?
Of my life thou hast poisoned the stream, traitorous heart!
If it thus he's requited, who the first in thy friendship did seem?
Oh!  the pangs of a joy now departed,
Last caress that made life a heaven!
When Adelia, an angel pure hearted, in my arms lay in transports of love!
All is over!  and hate's bitter leaven
And longing for death fill my heart.
Oh the pangs of joy departed!  joys of love are no more, no more!