.

People!... No! I Will Speak! Lyrics

(During the hubbud Boles climbs a little way up the steps of the Moot Hall.)
Boles
People -...No! I will speak...!
This thing concerns you all.
Chorus (crowding round Boles)
Whoever's guilty gets the rap
The Borough keeps its standards up.
Balstrode
Tub-thumping.
Boles
This prentice system's
Uncivilised and unchristian.
Balstrode
Something of the sort befits
Brats conceived outside the sheets.
Boles
Where's the parson in his black?
Is he here or is he not?
To guide a sinful straying flock?
Chorus
Where's the parson?
Rector
Is it my business?
Boles
Your business to ignore
Growing at your door
Evils, like your fancy flowers?
Chorus
Evils!
Rector
Calm now! Tell me what it is.
(Ellen comes in. She is met by Auntie who has picked up Ellen's abandoned basket and
its contents.)
Auntie
Ellen dear, see I've gathered
All your things. Come rest inside.
Boles and Chorus
She can tell you, Ellen Orford.
She helped him in his cruel games.
Rector (holding his hand up for silence)
Ellen please.
Ellen
What am I to do?
Boles and Chorus
Speak out in the name of the Lord.
Report lyrics
Peter Grimes (1999)
Peter Grimes! You Sailed Your Boat Peter Grimes, I Here Advise You! The Truth... The Pity... Interlude I: On the Beach Oh, Hang at Open Doors Hi! Give Us a Hand I Have to Go from Pub to Pub Let Her Among You Look, the Storm Cone! And Do You Prefer the Storm What Harbour Shelters Peace Interlude II: The Storm Past Time to Close! We Live and Let Live Have You Heard? Now the Great Bear and Pleiades Old Joe Has Gone Fishing Interlude III: Sunday Morning by the Beach Glitter of Waves Let This Be a Holiday This Unrelenting Work Fool to Let It Come to This! What Is It? People!... No! I Will Speak! We Planned That Their Lives Swallow! Shall We Go Now Is Gossip Put on Trial From the Gutter Interlude IV: Passacaglia Go There! Now!... Now! Peter Grimes! Nobody Here? Interlude V: Evening Assign Your Prettiness to Me Pah! Come Along, Doctor! Embroidery in Childhood Mr. Swallow! Who Holds Himself Apart Interlude VI: Fog Grimes! Grimes! Peter, We've Come to Take You Home To Those Who Pass the Borough