BRIGGDOON Book and Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by Frederick Loewe [9 | | Copyrihe 194 by Alen Jy Lernce i epee hen164 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre Production Noves Brigadoon wes Sos ‘New York. on March Torney Albright, Dovid Brooks Charlie Dalrymple Lee Sullivan Jeff Douglas, George Keone fe Anderson, Lidijs Frontlin Avchie Beaton, size Su Vai Hansen Beaton, Jamer Sword Dancers, Roland Gucrard, sages, Bunty Kelley Angus Meet3u‘fis, Welter Scheff Sendy Dean, Hayes Gordon Andrew MacLaren, Edasard Cullen Virgin's Boler Seuare Dalryan cla Briton MacGregor, “Townefolk of Brigndaoa : Delbert Anderton ‘Redding Parana Serena age Act One Scene 1: A forescin che Scoetish Highlands ‘Above Sve on a May in che morning. ne rown.of Brigadoon. [A few minates lier Scene 2: ‘The square of Brigadoon—MacConnschy Square Lace thar morning. Scene 5: ‘The Brockie open thed, Just pase p00 Scene 4: The MacLaren house. Midakernoon, Scene §: Outside the house of Mr. Lune. Seene 6: Act Two Scene 1: A ores inside Brigadoon. iacea Scone 2: Gnithe way fom the fore. ‘ew minis leer Scene 3: Thelen Soon ais Scone 41 A basin New York Ci sonchs Laer Scene $2. Tra forest (sme 25 Act One, Seene 1 “Taree nights later Musical Numbers Prologue Once ibe Mig Act One Scene I Brigedgon es int for My Dearie ib Bonnie Jeon The Feather on be Hl Down on MasConnechy Square ‘Scene 5 ‘The Love of My Life Seene Jeannie’ Pectin’ Up ‘Canne to Me, Bend to Me Dance imore Like Being in Love There is for You Go Scene 3 My Mosher’ Went Day Paneral Dance From Ths Day On Brigadoon ‘Scene 4 Brigadoon & 165 Chorus 5, and Towsfol "Fiona snd Gils and Fownsilk Maggie, Harry nd Dancers ee A onimy and Fiona “Tosnsle Repr Mog Girls Charlie Jean and Dancers Tommy and Flora Charlie, and Dancers ‘Hersy and Dancars Men of Brigadoon, Toray og and Townstols ag Tomuny and Fiona Charis (Reprise) meso te, bend Fons (Repris See Heute onthe Fon Repr HGo tomer Borate Jon Chae and Towauflk Rp From This Dey On Dowen oa MecConnecby Square ‘Scene 5 Finale Fiona and Tommy (Rep “Townville (Reprise)166 & Ten Groot Musicals of the American Theatre e PROLOGUE ACT ONE SOENE + comes between aight and morning. isTooklag si mse “Here! Ler me see thar map. (Poin t0 9 spot on the Towtty: In othing? JEFF: Yeo. And for a fellow wi ‘Wel find oar way our wh TOWN: (Putting the map In hie po ‘We comeall the way aver here from los. fine coupie of game hunters we are. ee aighe one get Brigadoon & 167 JEFF: Maybe we took the high road instead of the Low road. (Taking # tee ‘rom ns insice pocket) Would you ikea risk? thon) ing to cot dowa on thats me (0 gi ix sbourso we broke up. something about this forest that the Wash. ‘Tomi: Whae abou the JEFF: T dsmiss ther, EFF L am, Towny:No, Pin nce EFF: Thavs thes engaged rox ne EFF: Udon’ rag abot it, She's young, a smack into your niche in life aed on top of thr she faves you. An just ropes am nsSrembadess your fiends rin hatte proper ss Spe TSC ti xo ds inferiovgy. You don't deserve a ‘TOMMY: Wait a minute, JEFF islet) Do you hear thas? JEFF: Uh-huh!168 & Ten Grest Musicals of the American Theatre ‘Toner: Soh! (ne ofstage voices stow, very slowly become moro aude. Thay are heard ele the following aoquanc conus: 7 rigntoon,Brighdbom \ Bioming ne, Brigedoon, Brigadar/ ‘There my bear forever lee Lathe orld gro cold srownd ts Let the heavens ery above! Brigedoon, Brigadoon, TOMMY: Is, JEFF: Bur though you sid there were no covns listed on the sap sround here oun: 1 heawy INTERLUDE {ihe scene fe 8 reed In the town of Brigadoon. Toe gray of demn i graauaty ‘enanging into day. Piguras ara agen coming atang the road. They are in simple ‘Scotish peasant ger. Some are cerying Dashes, some of them heve jugs of ale fon thelr shoulders, some have long sbioks with mast and/or Heh hanging tar) ‘hem. The muse continues under, MAN: atering—ealting off (Come all tothe are rat: The marker square! arn Tipe market for MAN 2:(Cerving maa Salted meat Pell bere! ‘the fer, laie! Come ye ro the fir! “Al for sale or barter therel Asie, Brigadoon & 169 {GIRLS fone nim hed ine « Comie al ye dom! LS: Y Conte ye fren obo bls! Wool 'n' cloth Pr sllm sere! the egtare, lade! the zotent ean Come ye from the ova: Conte all yesbeve! Come oll yerbevet Came ye tothe fart a ‘Come ye, 0 Tothe fii eevryachere The Lights Dim Ovt SCENE 2 oe ‘The Square of rigaqpon—MacGonnachy Severs whi fe hung women cary beck sei.190 & Ten Gres Musicals of the Ameren There TOWNGFOU: Sng! Down on Maaonmachy Sqr? Come ye fro eb Come jefe lt Come fae Gmepd Come en ai) Hew yPeoryaers Dont fe tea Ther sefii Down on MacConnachy Square? (Trough te Bue of the crows & young lass, MAGGIE ANDERSON, ei fo cele) it eye. MARRY looks next to his father's baath and oper MRGRIE skips way intone crowd ‘On the other side of the vo ANGUS MACGUFFIE'S sesetant, MEG ink pals. MEG Is a Orash, tuxom gil In BROCKIE, eppoers carrying jugs That eer como =) ad Tapped aes Irae ore a Tac eg eed devas ee esses Coomera eee * rape ye buy me out —~ "Tis abi te kd 0 riek TOWNSFOLK: (Sing) Come ye ftom te loom! Com jrom pail on’ broom! Hear ye ect yeere: Don't ye ken There a fair Brigadoon & 11 War: (Come all ye dou from inthe bil, Artal of yein ibe glen? Come al of ye down from mn An? al of 78 barns at me Came all of ye from the soeovin! loom! Come all of yet0 dhe quar Of yafrom your pail ant Broo Of yet tbe fan? Come ye from Come ye, bairn, Come seme ALLTHE TOWNSFOLK: (Come Je from abe loom: Come rom pal ax’ broom! Theres afeir Down on MacConnschy Square? TOWNSFOLK sing the chous soain. Now the stage fe their shopping. A few ehoppore gather around ARCHIE: Woolens! Come, ‘your boo an" help yo Boat) Ye ay even get Father. An’ ye kr ARCHIE: Tay, lad. Tel, Angus MecGulfic we need some eggs. [1 give “im Tecough wool for pairof trousers for enough eggs for our dinner {HAAAY, who nes fcked up x piace of cloth fo sPow, throws It down and walks cross the stage f9 ANGUS! milk and oraam Booth. ARCHIE eédrossHs one ofthe VS. ANOREW MACLAREN end his ey. Pos dowa, rly classe the boriness never lke the weavin’ business, Did tnem good morsing in resporise, FIONA is onrying ® basket, MRL MACLAREN {erg pisos of parchmert [APGHIE: Good mornin’ to ye, Mr. MacLaren172 & Ten Great Musicals of the Ame MR. MACLAREN: Good day, Archie parcnment) / wf ARCHIE: Ao’ good mornin’ eo-your rf bonnie Aaughrers ow Benning to Tummage trough tne got onthe cat) Good mornin Me SEAN: Good “mn Theatre Igan's tor « moment icoking over the ‘of course! Ye an’ youn; tye Mis Jean be happy asa lark in the glen JEAN. Aye, Me. Beaton a FIONA: (Smaing) AS ye see, Mr. Betton, Jean id's wee bi} short of words today. XY MA. MACLAREN: (Looting up fem the paratment) ANTES just as wall ye ding talk too met When a lass gets marred, she mos get wsed to listen’ an not alk ARGHIEST dino fink Chanel have troble with Mis Jeon, here. Se dite, vel hnctaae es il maidens are good. So then eell me where all the pater UR. MAGLAREN: ‘This is the second day of our blessing. Ao! ths is wo remind yyeof the obligations we have so grotefully accepted. TOWNSFOLK: A (MA MAGLAREN: An’ so I shall hang icin the square... . 2s Told Mr Landie Twoalel le walks upstage and high on one of the huts tacks tha parchmant. A fow ‘gether around and read it. He pauses and engages In quiet convareavion as FIONA turae back tho cart) ARCHIE: (Good-humoreaiy) Your father liket to take charge o° things, doesn’ he, Miss Fiona? FIONA: (Smiling) Aye! Especially after everythin's been done. (She picks up swatch of lam, Woald ye have a waistont of this that would ft im? Think so, Miss Fiona Jean. SetF-conssiousy) How are ye today? do ye expect me co be? This is your weddin’ day, n't SEAN: (Puting nor hand on HARRY’ arm) Ten trly sorry, Hlaszy. Brigadoon & 173 ng ne tm owes) Wel, dana be. I anybody gi co py me tapped freer wit yeahs pear ag sed Angussny, Hany? nse Hongo oun Hala Hay Farr: Hl, Fou, (Po JEAN) I jo ane & Area ye Jeans He got everythin’ school th Reta tcy, eke eis macrelto the house nef ars x waitoat of {for Chaslie Dalrymple to be Edinburgh an? now ye An'T 5s tater, whe fs hosing out tho mitts) Nathin’ but vo be fana ye pay attenrion to Maggie Andersoa? Ye know she haza yearnin fer ye HARRY: Ayes Futhe:(e nisl. JEAN terete FIONA almost in tars) JEAN: Oh, Fiona, Hee so sorry form. FIONA: [Enowr, darlin SEAN: Me, Beaton, ye 'ARGHIE: No, Miss Jean. "Tis not your “oman that could fave loved Harry an’ Helped ‘ie was his mother, ret ber wn. Ye be cert with your father eda. co buy everythin’ chet’ ‘on thit oceasion isto FIONA: Hello, Meg. A jugo" cream, please wing HES hands her the Jug, FIONA pute it In her basket end MEG; Mz, Mae Gulfie will be pleased ts lass buyin’ for «change FIONA: Why? MEG: When the las come shoppin’, they look so raw I dinas lke to ask "em ever ake a prose dain’ chat! 126: Aye! But I make a lor o' Sends, (MEG stots leaving the Doct and eam ma around t FIONA) I this forthe ween’ conight? FIONA: Aye MEG: Fiona, wt FIONA: Ob, whe MEG: An’ ye've never found anyone FIONA: No, Ye see, inna want ro jus gt usle begins wader, 1 ye goa wo thnk sons sige or oust so makes me think of ic. an ho made yethnko 2 wed114 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Thesere FIONA: I think ye shou gether fiercely an! get proper. dG: Thar'san anos (FIONA coats herset do it when ye aa your lad want to st married is the only way ye ean do foc tay Dearie") ss everyone krows Be miaried before toenty five, agree to mort any proposal, All be at be is mean a live. old adrcava an? theres no compremisin's ow there one certain Indie forme. come walkin’ o'er the borin; Foolish ye may soy Foolish Waitin for my dearie AM bappy am To hold’ my hear il be comes serolin’ by When be comer sny dear, One le0% an" Ti one ‘That bes the dearie Pee Beem am PU ive forty Fiver Tillsbe day be ariver Dilnoe ever, ever grieve. Formy hopes will be bigh Ther be'l come seri’ by For yesee,|belieoe Thee there's laddie weary Ae wander! froe Who's ostin’ for Bie deaies es st en bave no mem, Ob, how long becomes the night! Brigadoon & 175 Buc | fear the nigh Tse ad's noe rigs. Want form dete mm Iewecterto me Then wooin’ eny lie. Reveim of your derie the day suhen Teo a? bot Fil exe stay ive forty liver “iy be arives Pil not ever, ever grieve. For iy hopes willbe big’ Thar bel come sri’ bys For yesee, I beliee Tat ee slowly fooking at everyone and nveryihing ‘hare is an ehorard morn of 3 TOMMY: Hello! (A few murmur razor nao e8ponse) JEFF: (ater encthorpouse) Could you tellus where we re? [Anciie: OF course we can tell ye, Yee in Brigadoon, ‘TOUnY:Brigedoon? ARCHIE: Aye ‘ToMny: Thar’ funny. There's o town called Brigndoon o ARCHIE® I shouldna be surprised. JEFF: Yon mesn you know teisat on the map? archi: ‘JEFF: [e's lide mobbish of you, don't you think? Town: Why inion the map? ARCHIE: For good an’ sound reasons SEFF. (re MEQ) Whar are you all dressed up for? Is this the day you tae pie tures for postcards? MEG: We're noe dreed up.126 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre JEFF: You meen you always wall around wih all shse dlothes on? Mea:No! TOUMY' rpationty) Now come on, Somebody, Whats going on here? ‘What MEG: We're havin fair ‘TOMMY: Oh! (Seeing the evoam booth) Isat mill you're seling there? ANGUS: Aye, ‘Tommy: Cen Thuy son say. We've boen walking all aight ANGUS: I have to see your money fst FOUNY: What? tie stops, then shrugs ard losses ANGUS a coln. ANGUS tekee i, and before TOUR can moro any nearer the boot, 2 group gathers quickly sround ANGUS warning (ctomations of "Oh" and “At” and “Look a! te date” and “ninetwen the save) JEFF: (he he end TOMMY loot at each other i amare Wat did you give ares’ sr, but i does me no it docs you no good? Sell me something and iewil |ANGUS: 'm somry, but T canna cell you anythin’. However if yee chicsty Tl give ye tome mil ‘TOMUY: Never mind, Idon’ewane any favors. MEG: (To TOMMY) Lage from the coin yee from England, TOMMY: No, we're from America MEG: Ye're Americans? SEFF: (Tahoe TOMMY by ‘We're our of our element. FIONA: (Com hed) We diana mean to act s0 strangely. People dinna come here very often ‘can underseand why, You people sare aus 2 if we'd just dropped ‘worl, (At thie MEG Bogine to glggie. TOMMY fooks ater) Does eat amuse You? ingna| Aye. Very m FIONA: Quien Meg. LEFF: indicating MEG) Obvioasly the daughter of two fsx cousins Fiona: If ye've been walla’ all night, ye mus be tired an’ hungry. Winoa ye down alore ye sear back? ain) Lam, He's from Georgia. Come on, boy Prease! (TOMMY end JEFE turn Werte jar’ a wee bit taken beek happy shoot le aver on the next sires where ye can get som food Brigadoon & 177 ink so. Why? ‘Well, Ihave some plaid rourers here, an’ afer ye leave the tavern if Miss Meg should take ye someplace to rest an" ye should happen t0 rip your own ona thisle, Ibe more than pleated to replace them for ye JEFF; Thanks, old man, but I don’ expect to gorsrocke ‘ARCHIE: (onuck ye dinns know i, but yee scuck nove, MzG: Ye tead wo yout sellin, Me. Beaton. ho end JEFF et ff, TOMMY, whe hae een roaming sxoune, rewins to FIONA) ‘TOMMY: Whar a place! Isthere a phone sxound here? FIONA A phone? ‘Town Yes, te, Whar'sso strange about chis place? (CHARLIE OALRYMPLE entare upotage ight. Ha ie & sandyaired youth In his omy: On CHARLIE: (fo TOMMY) Good mon ont: Good marine FIONA Chasis th Tommy Albighe, Hle jx’ happened in ithe while ARLE: What? On! Why, ofcourse, Weleomeso yest Fon Thanis. Weisomete you NOUS wah around wih tug and @ couple of gasses end nends ont onanio, {8008 Here's your dram, Chale Giaatie: Thank ye Angu> ow aboot ye taker th etered co) # Same Mr, Fersythe, I jus’ hope he knows ‘Town: (fo FIONA) The what? OMA: Sekt (CHARLIE: An’ may God bless me this evenin’ at mach as I wonld bless Hien if Tovere He an’ He were Chatles Dalry178 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre TOMMY: Whar did you say about postponia’ a miracle? (CHARLIE: Oht "Tie toast we have here FIONA: Take ic dour. TH explain ieto-ye sometime TOMMY: (vis) Sy, chats wonderful (To ANGUS) May Thave another? ANGUS: Thar rat # Weddin’ gstore, si. From naw 02, "ie forsale only FIONA: U mus’ buy some clater for the supper. Come wi "yee TOMMY: Fine {FIONA moves t eit ight and TOMMY follows. ARCHIE oxls th) ARCHIE: Woolen! las! {TOMMY and FIONA 22) ANGUS: He's an odd lad sr he? CHARLIE: Aye, He has « peculiar accent. ANGUS: wonder what American women mu’ belie. (CHARLIE: I dinna wonder abour women any more, Angus. 'n not allowed to. ANGUS: Why, that’s right, Charlie. Ye're through orth the lasses for good, rent yo? {The rusio begins softy) CHARLIE: (Sings "Pu Go Home with Boone Jean") used 19 be aroun ld. “A rovi an’ camderin’ life 1 bad Bus then oneday Feawsa sid, Who held ous ber band on' stayed en’ stayed. Anno, seross the gree, home with borne fe tb bonnie Jorn! He Jeant But when ye are tedded the frendsbip ends. ‘They nover come to eal, So favewall #9 one an all. Farewell o all be lade I knen; Pit ece them again to For soon, across the green, PI go home with bornie es (CHARLIE and TOWNSFOLK: Go some, go home, Ge bome, ge heme, chaauis In Aberdeen Iused to knows A las cit an ai att bor names Jos ‘Ast ev'ry righ aren Trvould meet ber inthe glen. fe married to Brigadoon & 179 ow PU nee see her agains Expecilly nove glen atten or now acrot che green, {20 bom with Bonmnie Jeon CHARLIE and FOWNSFOLK: Go home, go home, go home Go harne, go home, onAALE: loco married men De knox. Bove wife a leave yours alone, jeuife indeed, ill be day 1 de, That's why, across the gree (20 Danie with borne Jew (CHARLIE and TOWNSFOLK: {Go ame, go bon FIONA and TOMMY enter FIONA: Charlie, ye winns forget to come over thir afternoon an sgn the fam: ay Bit CHARLIE: No, [ll be over. (To TOMMY) I hope, sin, yell stay for the weddin® mopper YOIntY: Thanks, but I won't be here cht Long: (OHARLIE: Tis pity FIONA (fs CHARLIE moves to go) What are ye goin’ to doa day, Chali? (CHARLIE: Res, dearie res {CHARLIE exis. The stage Depins to empty, leaving & few upstage who con tinue thar shopping aulety. The atorton falls on TOMMY end FIONA) TOMY (Smidng) He's nice FIONA: Aye, He eth, TOMMY: Is wonder ting married, FIONA: eit s0 ‘Townes | at me nex moath m facing the minister FIONA: Ye'r getin married? “TOMI: Yes. FIONA: On! TOMMY: Oh—whae? FIONA: Tm very surprised, ‘vould wane co sere down. ‘TOMNW:T didn't say that. jus aid Twat getting arzied, FIONA: fye Fel that way, why are ye? TOMMY: Because che gil wants ro, ly refreshing co see 2 fellow so enthusiastic shout ger- bubbling over like Chatlie. And wv ye dina Took Hike che sort of lad whe180 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre FIONA: Is that reason enough? Towa: Sure. 1 don’ Soenti noah Tote Betas if you dons eer sormane you so youl mary ber for rel of tell be tp sous about Foul fed guky od You con loners mateyon do | FIONA: [mus say i inna ound like ye love her very ‘Towa Iedaesa’s, does believe me, las ths tn the wea hamlet Ef che bighoray ei ther, What was at busines aboot Chae sn che moo posponcd the male? ona Os oun: Bar you FONE know bet crs ay Town Thats foe. You know, i [hang atoasd his town very lag ‘probably cscover thr everybody in irs sight nay. fhe possible? bua Lexnna ey ‘rom: Way no FIONA: dinna know whac“nity” means “oun fe messy inne. FIONA: (Tung on im succen) Wal then Tan sisure ye we'e al fr fom iisane, We're most bitsee group of people. nv I never retize how for unas we are ual Ieee someone Rom she ovside I ean, 3 anger fo Brigadoon I inna know snythia’ above ye but hom che lite yore sad | Tn uve corain char everyshnt ye chin think feel abost a Pm fo quite cenain thar whar {tise much mare (Sho does all plete. Ar sow I'm sory Tn all gered ne when yecaledesinsae ou cute supviees end bt sheerich st he outer) Hey, yon don’ ike ery mich, 0 you? OWA That the 028 pace sa ike ye very much, I jus" dina Hike anythin! ye sy. TOMMY: (ator a moment) Fion FIONA: Aye? Tomnre: IFT stuck around here coday, would you take me to the wedding this cvening? FIONA: Why do ye suddenly want ro go? Fiona; Well. take ye ATi be highly pleased yell bectere | ‘Towvs Yao wills Why? FIONA: Because of what I jos ol ye. ike ye ver Fount. kmased ard «ile bowilaores) Tes 2g iON: Now Ti show ye some place where ye ca ie down an rest FoMny: Whac are you going eo do? You did say thar, didn’e | FIONA: Gather same heather forthe weddie' TOWMY: Where do you co thet FIONA: On che hilwhere che heather i TOMMY: May Igo with you? FIONA: No, ldo ie much faser alone Brigadoon & 181 TOMMY: Coming close to ha?) I won't bother you. Really. Maybe Tm the one y, but. (GIOMA walle away fam him. Tho must begins) > Cote pay einen Sere Fake cote Reesbeteateriutdon ‘The mist of May isin thAgloomin’, Seige goa aca, / ° yonder: Tibere may be otber days arrieh and rae. There ay Be ovber springs as Buc they son's Be the seme—ibe For this Show: ‘ome and 503 Tike when sbe mises ne gloomin', ‘Ara all be clowds are holdin’ stl, Yfyou're nos ebere Isaon's go roms? Through the heaber on tbe bills Tipe eaeher on the Bl (rhe mosiccontinwes una jovt sounded bike Twas rua because ye're tired TOMMY: ls tha what 'm being—seesimancal because FIONA: Tbelieve so, But "every egrezsbe. laconceriee) Yeses Ye ean sey nice things when ye want ra,182 & Ten Grest Musicals of the American Theatre Aa tie alovely sme to menor ‘Through the heather on the il Tere ay be other days a leben! rare There icy be over springs a il anf But ibey won't be the camne—they'll come a ge. inthe gloa te clude are bela 1 If yowve nos there Fv Toonigh the bearber onthe bil The besser on eve bil. (The mete stops ane TOMMY and FIONA inser is ears ond tne ng Ja soen In 230 ot FOWNSFOLK start olasing up the playing “Down on MacConneohy FIONA: (Locking up at him) We have astarm here every now af? then, {TOMMY loans forvard a if toss nr, but ahs draws away rom him) FIONA: Til get my basket and well be off (FIONA crosses 19 gether Bucket end returns to TOMMY. Arm In arm, rather ‘amity, they walk slomiy off. round thom, in contrast, tho TOWNSFOLK are Iahing ta o22zp0 the ran. A group hualen unser anu ings) ‘TOWNSFOLK: Go back 10 be Go back ro she (Suddenly es the thundor was heare, 80 suaenly deas the cky brighten ond the “sun shine through. They come evt fom undar tho umbrola, nd thoy al start set ting up their Boots again) TOWnSFOLK: Come ye in the glen! Comte ye, Come ye every "Tis te end Ofthe fair Doron on MacConnachy Square scene @ 1 stage with the countiyside painted on the surrounding drop. There Is m rather pe Brigadoon & 183 cot uostage, pecll in that i looks like & rectangular maura. I le drapad to the fioar Downetage there « sinple, wooden armless rocking ch EFF and MEG ave-aigcovered on steya. JEFF Js standing leaking straight out Intiont of im EG i stand nee hm. fetes deg prtregu ew othe glen. IMEC: Why for likin’ where I've brought ye. Tr makes me very happy. SEFF: You get happy very exlly, don you? MEG: Aye. JEFF: (Aner fe! loot) I haven’ been in an open shed like this poinc seems a good tro thousand years ago, here, isn't i So 1 JEFF: Ayo, lnse. Pm iced, That's why you brought lke @ nap, MEG: Ishouldne think slong walk would fatigue a young ld like ye. king. am ancien, ee) a) JEFF: Wha'stunder here rock garden? MEG" My father ased 10 slp on JEFF: That was his second mistake. MEG: He sa? my mother met in this shed. Yo see, my mother was 2 gypsy: ‘An’ one day she was walking past this shod an’ she sew my father eleep the cot. She liked his looks ax’ she was a wee bi eized anyhow, so she took ‘off her shoss, sa in the rockin’ chai, an! rated for ‘im to wake up. Ao’ ie ‘wasn’ long alter thar thet | was bora, sere: That's one of che sweetest bed MEG. Ye're sure yee comfortable? EFF: Very, (QMEG ames over and stares down at him, There Is a moment ofstonce. Then LEFF Iooks up and sees har) Preever heard fis beck) MEG: Who told ye? Do yehave JEFF: (Raising meat on his etbons) No, bucl was engeged once. MEG: (Quien) What happened tothe less ye were engaged 2? JEFF: She fell in love with Russian eG A Ros JEFF: Yes, EG: Russia isn Europe, in184 © Ton Great Musicals of the American Theatre JEFF: Yeu, more and more Mea: (apatites) Oh! EFF: Ie nos far fom here, You just cross the Channel and arn left. (He fer Beck) MEG: (Staring at him for & moment) Aye, yee a winnin’ lad A right wisnint Tad, LEFF! (Siting up ana swinging his t99t ov sure what you're af MEG: Bor diana ye sec Jere: Thank Tem. And bel S190) Noss, Iook, lass. Tm not ‘bac I don'e want co. Twat 0 go 10 seep. im highly arracted vo ye. ‘me, yosrhaxg » problem. IMEG: An’ when I loolyae ye Iyjng on the cot I fel little tadpoles jumpia’ on ) a et lg idea as Tve heard in years. You know, if EGE (Rising and walking away) Oh, yee areal alike! JEFF: I should cereinly hope so MEG: Ye're all brutes. Ye ger whae ye want from lass an’ chen ‘is farewell EFF: Ger what [want? Lean’ even get you to go away. MEG: Ther what Tm referin’ to. 1 thought ye Were interested in me an’ ‘hace why ye lee me take ye here! Ye misled me! ‘good reason why 1, 2 strange man, should be interested in yeu, « strange thishour ofthe day? foun. Becaateye'e ada Plovocativecarcer, (72 musle A great many heartbresks. “SW (Hecits bask on the co sixteen yearr Joa Bean rd, Then Father seid Ishould find a lad. So Isat out to become a wif (of ebarm an ceri Bind 0 ‘of exgernets that pleared me very mnie SSothsre neath the moom, where romance aften rprimgr, 1 gove him my beort—nd afew other ebings 1 don's know hows long that Iseayed up om be Bill Bret the moon bad disappeared an’ x0 bed Cbriztopher MacGil So Iusene home a! I eboughe Id die; Till Father sid: Make onorber #7, So owe Iwent ro become aaife, (An ford the real lave of ny if Brigadoon & 185 pcaaled me nf oboays wil Was be told ms be bad board sbea az from bis foiend MecGil. We quick fll mtv art eoert down by the creck; The neat day besuid he'd be back in a zee Art [shougie be ws ‘now bow son 1 kn Thor of all be Lowland odds there was never one a low! I1old my Fasher the He said: What difference? Ye'vs got your yout. Sout soent, md ro be a wife, “An found ebe real lve of iy lif. Oh, be wus a poet a rbymer was be. He vead me ome vere be bad writen for ne Hesaid shey sould move me, ebese poems from (Ant bons righ beer, Because they moved me righ We srayed sll he drum came an lighted the rhy Then [shook bit bend an’ [bid hin good-by. fe eared saa ue: "That.a poet only rorive about the things be emmnar do My Pe said: Look out for men who think eI be more cariain with mien who drink Spout Ievert to become arwife (defend thereal love of my ie. (An be though ane o bugle an got up and marcsed uy [Nowe Pa said: Dnighter,rbere must be ome, So Paes “An fd the ren love of my fe reaches & climax, stops, and SCENE « The tacLaren hos a sparsely lunished living re0m. OF right center on te nose wails large window through which can be seen the surrounding coun156 & Ten Great Musicals of the Amesican Theatre nyse. Hx! to the window center Is th trot door. Dawnetage let fea door pr sumably leading to another room. Tho door i raised and wo stops Teng up to it Upstage Hoh ie another door lending to anciher ream, Upstene lage, open, wooden orate, mast fhe # once from the sepes se Hired es, toy sng. ins: Tonight way she goer! Jeennte's packin’ ap! Jeannie’ moi ont! Tonight eusy she goet! What with al the clothes, All the shore an’ thors, Pack all ber clother, Tonight woay sbe goes! CHARLIE: (Eriering) Aye! Charles MacPherson Dsleymple! Tonight the founder of anew cl, WI GIRL: Upsrsien (CHARLIE movse 49 door Jett, MR. MACLAREN ance ftom the sight eoeying @ seege i MR. MACLAREN: Aye, now, Charlie, yer not supposed to see Jeannie afore Tebings bad luck, MR. MACLAREN: My quill is st my desk in the other room, Here isthe Bible. ‘Tale tan’ sign ic righ under the name of my dear departed wife | Brigadoon & 197 (CHARLIE tates the ight a5 HARRY BEATON (6 seen coming sup tna roa, Thar ea kno Mn. MAGLAREN: Came in {ino door opens end HARRY antare oarying @ walstooet. He hance Jt to MR, MAGLAREN) HOARY: Here, Mr. MacLaren. I've. . I've brought your waistcost (He hands ogo) Wait MAL MACLAREN. Why dinna ye take my hand? Tm nat your enemy. Nanay: Ye... ye may not mesn ro be, bat ye are. An’ so is everybody ia ia ves egsin 10.90) REN: [laing him lignty by the oem) Whar isi, lad? Wy do ye ay? HARRY: (Not Biieny at ft, ut almost patbetioty) I couldn got through this ‘What can 1 do? fcould anyone do at hace when ye realize your canna leave here... [ cana go to the university myself. an’ I cange have Jean. So there's nothi exythin’ a everybod) MA MACLAREN: Yell ‘more from the world. An’ this if only ¢ cursed tow thereof ws, his isa Blessed place. yecan keep it (eo iE returns fr epee, pn 09 top of tre cu all dane! Who was MA. MAGLAREN: (Simp) My waistcoat came. (CHARLIE: Os! JEAN: (Onstage) Charlie, please go away. 1 IMAL MACLAREN: Dinna obey her led. Yel spol he. ‘Ole entarghl. CHARLIE tury fo go and then pausos under the baloony and it up t0 JEAN) (CHARLIE: Jesnnie! ne Becmuse bey told me Lem’: Behold ye Till weds’ rac sere playin’, To eave my Longin There's noching wrong in Me standin’ out hore or sayin Cone tome, bend tome, kis me good dey! Darlin’, my dari say.Come, dem So ye ean bear me, oe got 10 whisper tis sop. For though Pm bu To shea my yeerni Therwords came ‘es me goad EAN: (almost pathetic now) Charli, CHARLIE: (Through the window) (Gie rmeour lips an? don’ take them wway! ‘dance betwen JEAN and Ae JEAN is about fo ex ‘TOMMY: know, but Fin aoe soery. FIONA: Wait for me. Tshan’t be but few minaces (She srs to ex cher in is JEFF: (Looking around aporsisinaly) This is very nice, You should have seen the aparcment I got—omplere wich «Buta lacie TowMY: Come on is. He Je sporting © new pair of trousers. Not Kind of # day did you. Tomer: sbout Sorts frogaly. Their generosity is overpowering. Brigadoon & 189 Toway: Well ow do you fal? JEFF: (Ae ifthe thought ust dened on im) Sar 1 about 18 “Aime ibe Begin Lov") in gg hie the po, Half bow. ‘Mayr the ar gave me For Pm al glows and ave! Whee dey Wher rare mood Bue your sr Made tbe torid hind o' fine. FIONA: Town: Teculd rweor Fes falling,190 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre FIONA and TOMMY: Ws almots like being in love! (700 musi stops) FIONA: Hand me that bunle of heather, Tommy? TOMMY: Right, darling, JEFF: Daring? (TOMMY erases ane hands itto or) FIONA: Thank ye, dearie, (She tates i and avs) do westart back? i) There's no harry. Let's stay for the wedding. tying In beitgeyment ana than JEFF: What's the matter? vis Town I most be «lil vouchegLia) co chi “Mare Eizabeth Lang ro “Andro actase. fay second 6") JEFF: What's so amazing? People tbede/ger mayfed then TOMMY: Wai + minute! (fade) “Chidoge Fon, born October tx tn igen roe es were We TOMMY: (Teneo) But Fiona isfewenty-four, gnd she's got a sister six years as. They're probably jose named after thes ‘Town: Jean's gexting married raday. Did you know tha JEFF: Yes. TOUR: Do you lnow the name ofthe guy she's marrying JEFF: They told me atthe tavern. Someone named Daleymple TouMY: Wel, get this. “Married: Jean. Maclaren to Charles Mac Pherson Dalrymple, May ewenry-fourth, ler sae @ word for a moment) Now whet do you say? JEFF: Congranulasions! TOMMY: Wie! Pecing i together) No Brigadaon on che map. No phones in the whole town. Thanks to Me. Dumfaddle for doing something sbout = pirscle, ¢ oF four other things that I passed over when | wes out Spent the most wonderfal day of my life; and now Iran i Ie doesn't make sense tome means that batty people relax you. bel (Calis cif) Flon logical explanation. Even logical eno Brigadoon && 191 FIONA: Entering) What, Tommy? TOMY: Co Tov: Wel, comme on What does ll mea? Is chere any explanation or FA Ap re Dt uma oun. Was there anyopejholen? Pike ro know Frowa: Ye neon TOMMY: The who? owe: Oot shosimastes Mr Landi TOMI’: Where dors he ive? JEFF: Down he ro Fiona He fos eee, Me, Douglas, Mr Lond is @ great mies “Fonty Allright, Tommy. TH take yevto i. | hada wanted tans | vas hopin! we eal have his day cope. rh at got to do with it? tbe s0 hard for ye Te believe whae yell hear. Yell thisk (The muslo wells thay start forthe doc curtain SCENE § Cutside the houte of MR. LUNDEE. Immediately folowing 1M, LUNDIE is seated on framed gisases FIONA, TOMWY, and JEFF. FIONA: Good dey, Mr. Lordi ty, ello Fiona, What pleasan surprise! Va like ye to mect Mr, Tommy Albright and Mr. Jet Dongs IMR, LUNDIE: (Holsing out his Pana} Good afternoon, gentlemen, (He stutee ham both een) “TOMMY: (Trying to be pote} How do you do, sie? JEFF: (Aloo telng his band} Good afzerncon. MR. LUNDIE: (attr @ moment of faoking at Hom) Where do ye gentlemen come shales nie hand TONY: We're from New Yor‘.192 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre MA LUND: SEF: Uh-huh! “Tomuav: Yes. New York. un. LUNDIE: fo nimset bu! saying Mt atetinety) We'se from New York 2 be good enough to rel shese gen «about Brigadoon, They've heard an"scen » good deal an theyre perplexed indeed. if TOMNY: Perplexed igi FIONA: I wold very mitch ike him, Lean them, to kaow. NAL LUNGIE (Stag eo) To ery mache ONAY Ayo. MR LUNDIE: ter moment) Winn ye be seated, gentlemen? TOMMY: Therk you (ey aldo) MR LUNDIE- Ate yestay FIONA. IF Tina Po Towy: From what 1 tut you. Ihe igh? MR LUND: Na, har’ wrong. Mr Forsythe could have old ye. ToltY: Forsythe ve heed shoot him, Bt lent nee hie 1UR, LUNDIE: Lily ae I hin he's da JEFF: Thar would wand in he way, suppose WA. LUNDIE: Lee me warn Ye sore T gin thet what I'm goin’ vo tll ye ye winna believe. 7 . Ht fae “Towns alsighe Te already been warned. Why won HR. LUNDIE: Becsune wha happened in Brigadoon ws dina believe im miziles Miracles aque fy a dedar ee EFF Mr, Forsythe? HMR. LUNDIE: Aye. Now, if an outsider who chanced to come to Brigadoon ‘were to hea the tle fom the lige of somcone ia the town, he es to many unpleasot 20” hum thing fo the poorer or laie, Now. wouldnnies i OMNI Laappote suppose so. S, only 1 an talk about the miracle wo sranges touen of sermon) And you don't imegine nybody weald think ay? mete chem, $0 wobody can talk aboue anyching around here YR. LUNDIE: Ye might very well. But it winns husi me. Pd jus' pity ye. Now, thismiracle happened. . leessee, . whor'stodsy? FIONA: Friday. WR. LUNDIE: Friday. That means happened enacly wo hundred years ago. “Too hundred years ago the Highlande of Scotland were plagued wat witches; wicked sorcerers who were tli’ the Scomigh folk sway fom the teachins of God an pun’ the devi in thet onl: They were indeed hor, "ble derctve women. Te ruppse ye have such Women in our roi Wie JEFF: Yes, wes have them, We pronounce diferedly "MR, LUNDIE: Uh-huh! Te dinna matter they were notre! sorcerers, because ye Brigadoon & 193 1a’ I sow there is no such thing. Bur their influence wae vary rec indeed, [Nov here in Brigadoon we hed sn old minister of the kirk named Mr. Fors sythe, An’ good man he was. FIONA: The Kindesr man in Sedland. has did Mr. For we one day soon he ‘he worried sbost the na visited Brigadoon yer, be he knew there was @ band ‘way. So he began to wonder if chere wasn’ somethin’ ‘could do to protect the flis of hie parh not exly from them, bu from hat might come to Brigadoon f side world after he never love ie grieved FIONA: What a kind man MB. LUNDIE. He spent days walltin’throngh the glen, [prsed his house any hour of che night, ye would have seen the candles lit in hie chair, thinkin, Then one day he came t0 me ‘an told mee had desided vo ask God fora mirele FIONA‘ “This par isso nice [cry thick’ about. MA. LUNDIE: He connulted with me about it because he knew Thad Togicsl mind, av he Fgvend long ss he was goat to ask for am might as well be = wellorgasized miracle. So for many days through the 2 by candle lighes Final for Aa! on an early Wednesday morn, right afte ‘vent out 7 the hash of «| beyond Brigadoon a2! prayer t0 God. There spin’ world, ie eked God that night t make Brigadoon an’ all the peo~ nish ine eke Highland mise. Vanish, bur nor for alvays. le would sas i was for one dey every hundzed years, The people would in their euntomary Lives; bat each day when they awakened i on Goad bes hundred jens ler An! when we awoke the next & andre yeas le, TOMY ait whisper tim LUNDIE: Ye ten change i the enough vo be eched by TOMMY, (Gute shaker) You mean ‘when you get phe nextday fs 2 ug LuNbie Aye ‘Town: Then every day di Luni Aye. SEPP: What happened so che minies? Dim LUNDA We neve sw hi again. Yes, be reed thet miacle, sme easier would have to br sad, ae wanted toe the toe to make fe Now, te the genres satfce he could off? It twas tobe separated ore his time from the ones he loved. So that’s why be {Went out core hill beyond Begaéoon, Were the miracle granted, be would dover sex Brigadoon ogni TOMMY: Anda his append to huodred yeas ago. Dip, LUND: Aye, lads Which, ye see only two days ago €o vs, fe had n= you mean you go to bed at night 208 ined years lacer? nandred yeare later? fos a194 & Ten Great Musicals of the Americen Theatre tended to atk for the miracle on Tuesday. But Charlie Dalrymple wes in olin Edinburgh an° war noe expected back rill Tuesday fate. Ma. Fos, want Postponed TOU: Let me ask you something, Seppose somebody around here ges fed ‘up and wantetoleave Thenwhate 7 & MALUNDIE: Oh JEFF: You mean wth, LUNDIE anyone of Dri Townes And MAL LUNEIE: The nigh when the people go to sleep Baden will dap Tou (er ¢ momen) Look. argoment’s sake, suppose a song danced eo ay. Could he? = he could. Mr. Forsythe provided fr eh. stroke did he? dlnoa A sranger ean say if he loves someone here dye—but someone’ in Brigadoon enough to av say with that persons Which & how it if ye love soeone deeply, mayehin te po, or saying I believe all this, buc just for ike. + well. . .me came to Brigadoon FIONA: think Iie shat parc she best. Mf. LONDIE: Shouldna ye be chink’ bon FIONA: (umping up) Aye, T nad, (70 1 see ye later? TONY: (Looks at hor a moment, then pauses, then) Yes Pl be there FIONA: (Expressive) Thank ye, Tomy. TOMMY: Tehink T want ro stick around and see if this plece evaporates like you sey. FIONA: mis harry now. Good by, Me. Lund. (She exis) MR. LUNDIE: She's der las TOMMY: Tm finding tha out. Tell me, Mr. Lundie, you're all pefeedy happy hair is hoa MB, LUNDIE: OF course, TOMMY: But at night wi MR. LUND: far-off cloud an strange voiees TOMMY: Voices? MR LUNDIE: Aye. They say no words I can semember. But ehey filed with s feacful longi’, aw! often they seem to be callin when Tim awale; an’ I chink —T have a fei ‘Theres be les of fale out there who'd lke «Brigadoon. (he choir swells and than chimes ara esta) MR, LUNDIE: On! "Tis the wedi time, changin’ for che weddin’> ponderea Brigadoon & 195 TTOUMY and JEFF in mised ane and bem! isere) tne fir of Brigadoon. On the fet veurlag tonzre center is the fapace fe practiccl stops leading up tal. The kitkyard would sear 0 fa anovant Gothic rin. Music is pleying #cousing MR LUNDIE: Theres goin’ sabe a re (he musie of “Brigadoon” Ia played eolty under. CHARLIE and nie best man rior end stand lat of WR, LUNDIE, Simuitanaousiy with CHARLIE'S entrance, FIONA appears cressed in ter wedding finery snd elands in the eloring not tar fiom MAR. LUNDIE, TONY and JERE sos stad the (go of the erowd. Now MIR. WAG LAREN nd JEAN ontor from the Kh, an SEAN, eter most ging her wadaing bouquet to FIONA, takes her place on NF a E nbie/We ous fhing, Ba we know ‘cs blesin. When chere is no is perfeciy pooper scsordit® eo the lawe of Seotlend for 2 peogle to xt eed be nothin’ in two peofle to be x by sincere instal eotuent There eed be wre Cencest) tthe promise of love along 28 ye both ze on earth. (so auses for a momen) Go ahead, la. : (CHARLIE: (Anhwardly, 2¢ ho lige @ og on SEAN'S singe I shall love ye sl L dis, An TI make al efforeco be a good husband ro ye : . OEAN. As? an so much wil [tay . «0 bea fine... ant... an lovie ltt eater uncomtntip vt ee Wel hs fn ey egy) Mi arya 1 on “ratte hte tobe hate orl yl bth Be good ar aust Es Ip but live in the grace of God. An’ Mr. Fors took 28 If ¢ 281 rs horseit196 & Ten Grea Music FIONA; Iewas nice weddin’ wasn i? (Sudcenty no wedding musi starts and CHARLIE ard JEAN be dance. Everybody ji und TONY Je eles. He stope Ba To wodding dence ie interypted then by who comes holuing twa swords Nigh. Ha places therm on the ground an the ‘muse changes to the tempo of & Sword Dance, HARRY dance tis, and Hon turns to ak JEAN 10 dance, which che doce. They twit then HARRY suddenly stops and klsezo ter vient, The orowd parte and JEAN io eo0 lying onthe floor sobbing with HARRY Hovering over her. She slowly rieae and rune to CHAR LIE. A got stars botwoon HARRY and one of the men. HARY gicks up the ‘sword with ore hand ard pulls his oirk trom nis stacking with the otbor ane ‘moves around toward the crows manncingly. TONY comes forward with shew) wrapped around hie atm, and 32 one.of the men kivcks the sword from MARAY'S hand, TONY succosstuly wrenches the dire trom him and knocks HARRY on the round. TOMMY kicks the dirk away, and as ne goar quloty to plok It up, FIONA ‘ure tom) FIONA: Tommy! Tommy! (TOMMY, bie ayee fired on HARRY, dosen't tum to ‘ely to her. HRARY slowly rises ana looks ovor st EAN) FRAY: All I've done is wo want ye to0 much, (He walks slowly 10 the side of the stage and than eucenly tus beck 19 the crowd. They ll ald thse pos Hons a5 If not Kaowing what he Is going to de rox) Im leavin’ Brigadoon en" ‘tis the end ofall ofus. The miracle’s over! (ite cane eff, There is @ sudden stunned moment. Then sreryone realzes the leaving and springs Into zotion. Cri of "wo mus’ stop Im” fil tre n suige forward 10 run atta him, ineusing TOMMY, who motions of the American Theatre appearance of HARRY BEATON, 1 JEFF to allo) ACT TWO Scene 1 A forest near the borders of HAARY BEATON runs on, stooe in tho canter, snd looks fram side to sd willy 15 Ihe doesnt know which Way 1099. The chorus is hoard sft. (CHORUS: (Sings, Harry Best {HARRY looks aroune him hystere ‘ononus: Harry Beston! Brigaioon & 19 1d then nine off ght. The chorus sings again, growing tuder nga four men run of from he it sottinllerentdvetione) i, ANGUS, and to or Chase's They pause ‘round. The (Ar? sce cana be too fer Bebind (roonecof the mer Ye, there bend forthe bree! ‘Keep your aye ope ov yorsivo iam, laddiet (rhe man axe STUART DALAYMPLE: Horus: "Run a? get" cor ye won't plough pratber meador! Go an stop Ym Goan" 109 Rum ys Highland men, TONMY az JEFF enter rom the 1rd198 & Ten Grest Musicals of the American Theatre TOWN: Lets separate, You go righ and (singe) Ife comes into sight Hold bim fase! Many lives are depending on itt Tis mes not end tonight! Tey mse bua that romerrow it relly gonna co (TOMMY ents domnstage 1 soxia) chorus, ‘Rum an! gee mt Run av ger Sm Spread yer due dons forg i. JEFF upstage righ. Chorus and centomine ence. 1 few seconds. The musle begins under. SANDY, STUART. TOMMY, ANGUS, ne SANDY 1S are aragging the body of TOW. ANGUS knosis dewn over the Body, looks up et angus Lads, say a prayer, Pm aftaid tarry Boston's dead? Tow (Looking down) Looks stuart: Nobody wanted for Harry tobe smitten dotwn! All teat se wished as eo keepin from len" the totem. anus Look ye, londerstondt There's no sense for us ell be sad aon itd This was clear God's ovo band, An? swe al should be grteful en had about it! STUART: (Fteacingt) ‘Though it may be very true what the ld bere bas sid, Dion's! te rset sorrow that Horry i dead? deed tamorrou! som allright? There should be no more rorrow On this wedi’ nigoe? te be fell om a rock and it erusbed in his bead. | | | | Brigateon & 199 ‘ALL: (Seeehing, end nodling understand (SANDY and ANGUS pice HARRY up anda ata oft lt asthe chor sings) Thanks to beaver! Theats 20 Thenb a shank agoin, yellhen “nother dayl etsoxout SCENE 2 from the fora. A te mints later FIONA, @ gir, and then four of et I. MACLAREN: "Ti all right now, Hewes stopped. (The women sigh "Thank God” and Thank heaven” and runt the mer) FIONA: (70 er father) Was he hurt bag? (ARCHIE BEATON oncers MIR. VACLAREN: No, dearie. Jus" serarched « bit. There's no need for grievia™ ‘ow. We mus goon withthe wediin’ suppec’ (ARCHIE goss quiskly fo MR. MACLAREN. FIONA eaves him end moves eorose When ene reaches the extvme right ane walle ARCHIE: He dinna getaway, Mr, Maclaren? MIR. MAGLAREN: No, Archit ARGHIE: Then where is my son? T wane to see intention, but wane ee im. ‘Archie. He's ia good hands, Tis beter he be iausfor abe! spper Me. MacLaren [ eanne 1 chank God ye stopped left lone for « while. Come aie: Tm too ashamed for toward the ight) MR. MACLAREN: Bot, Archie... | (64 ARCHIE exits night MR. MACLAREN turns (othe others) Come, everybody. Dack ro the glen for some food an ale. The alarm ie over! FIONA: Angus! Have ye seca To ANGUS: The American? Why, FIONA: Ob, dear. (She turns ard looks of right agein. By this time most ofthe pac tes, MR: MAGLAREN calle over toner), UR. MAGLAREN: Come, Fina, in ye. (We moves FIONA wine to ANGUS)turns end starts to oroee the tage, then stooa and looks Back ' t i { 200 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Thearre } yee alge Of course al igh fave died if atin! had happened xo ye, (2 no kms) 1 Tove yeso. rou. Vou... i Frowa: Aye! ‘oun. Bat how ca you be suecf that fe one ay? ; Fond dis Koon, Ti a when fll 0 Ot of love se knows i ‘TOMMY: Twish ic were thar cleat 5 FIONA: Why? ‘woulda’t make any mote sense than the mitacle. (Tha musie eters unde) Bur ‘hac [edie something eee FIONA: What do ye fel, thea, Tommy? ‘TOMMY: (Sings "There bet for You Go) ‘This shard to tay, haves Isuandered torough the ea 1 fel for just fleeing moment thas Isuddenly wm free of being lonely; then Uolored my eyes and sao the very recon shy. Trawo a man oth hit heed boswed low. Dea no place to go. omnyself ect sigh ‘There bu for you go raw aman walking by the so, Alone: shought es Ieaatched bim go by: or yo go Lonely mem around Trying nor ory, the day you found me There wmang themes! I mwa man who bad never known shed all the sarin the shy There but for you 50 (Te musi continues) Brigadoon & 208 Syou «7 (He motions with he hend. FIONA nods) teint leave you. Not now { ean‘. (Psusee-—tren with nesitart idee Lundie say someone could sca if he loved someone FIONA: Aye ‘TOMMY: Wel, that’s for me! Where do I go? Who do Talk tot Where do eta passport to disappea”? FIONA: (In nie ame again) Toramy! Tommy! (7h hiss) ‘TOMMY: [done want tobe withour you ever again, 1d be afaid tobe. xo 2 men who bed never known A lowe thor was all bio Tohongh at I thanked all she stars fee sky ‘There bu for you go (ne mus ewats) Scene 0 ‘he olan, A short wale ater. Wedding supper ison! Thare le musi unger as the seane begins. CHARLIE Upetage on e rock Tne TOWNSFOLK are engaged in County Dance, after reseonsble amon of lime of tls sor of ting, the peoote stanc NEO Sige "hy HotiorsWod! Day) "Now Pye ahink cod doy sen uf pin Then lisa ye beat aracdd fr rior debs Ticlodiovivsdermed oat to bono othe bey ‘ov by soe ranger bt ick, te om 20 my MacGregor, MacKenn,breGossen, Mac res, ‘tacRees yey al of he folk inthe wllage tore there ‘at my moshors wedin’ day For Pa bad asked bis friend MacPhee, (An? Mac bad come sie iy MacGee, ‘An? May soe ineey To my mothers ceedin’day. Thenup therows come Bd MacKeen With half tow of Aberdeen ‘cHoRUS: “Ayes ev'ryone wus on the scene Bt ber motber'swedain dy.202 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre ues: At guerrero five everybody wat there, Acsavitit arcu inthe roam. An? eae the een sere dips The ladies eartd on tbe gi. ‘cHORUS: ‘An! soam the room begen 0 spin At ber mothers eda? dy. Mec: ‘Then ll af sudden the liquor war gone; ‘The gin an! the sabishy so An’ all ofa sudden the weed’ offair Had become s bonnie bral For Pete MrcGrmw en Joe MacPhee Began tofighs for May Mac Gee, file Nay MacGee a? Sem MeeKee his nore spams; He dinna oven brow bir mes Hevwar drmkest oft ‘The people were lyin ALlookin' rif they were dead. Bea Mother kneeled on Jock MacKay The preseber stood on Jobm MecVay; An? tts ow mi ma at wed. Iesoatasight beyond compere. Tought to know, for Vat sbere Brigadoon & 203 MEG ane CHORUS Tinere mec soar a day oz rare Azmny (her mater wedi doy! (Tho music comss to 2 stop and then be t0-go back into te County Danco, SEAN stot vig 9200 by to 8 tow tong, Tho TOWNSFOLK start to dance Light, ara 20 the once = cone In hat spe Then, sudleny the dance i interrupted by the sound of tho pipes. Two BAGPIP- ns back horror fay funeral dings and 9 uae eral JEFF ontore quietly and stands wate TOMMY enters and stands in @ group stage righ. At the end of he ceremony. HARAY'S booy is cavied off and all the TOWNSFOLK oxit. TOMMY and JEFF oer ‘TOW: Jef, Tm not going back with you! LEFF: Jur forthe record, wht are you talking about? ‘Towniy: Pm saying here Yyou don't understand Tew Gaye you'l forget all about ie. You won't feel a thing, The’ the 93 reams, ‘TOMMY: What do you mean—dream? JEFF: That's what this is: a dreams. Why, even now you're or really moved ‘by ie Yor jase tink you are TONY: How do you know? EFF: Beceute I do, (Pevrae © momen Did you ste thet funeral here 4 mo- ‘ment ago?204 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre ‘TOMMY: Yes. Why? EFF: T'mresponsible fore, “Tommy: What do you mean? 1 of course, but nevertheless J killed hisn. Ove in ‘saw him rushing pest me from behind 4 bush Wichout even thinking what I was doing, I seuck out my foot and down he swear. And Theard his head hit arock with a very nasty thd. TOMMY: My Goal Jef. fm so sorry. JEFF: What in the world for? ‘Tonnv: You muse fel half dead inside Ton" feel thing. TOMMY: You aceuelly don' feel anything? EFF: Nothing. Except ike gomg home Tony: Bur why don't you? JEFF: Because this isa dream. A good one for you and a bad one For TOMMY: Wait a minate will you? JEFE: You see, Tve confused you, haven't I> TOMMY: Yes, you have JEFF: And if you really believe as mach as you think you do, I couldn't do LUNDIE and FIONA enter trom the igh) Il wait for you outside the own. (He exis lt FloNA: Tommy, what did fhe mesn by chat? MR LUNDIE: Fiona tells me ye wane to sea, lad \ONA: Tommy, what i i? MM: 1s 80 good, Fiona. Tm leaving. And i en's because I don't love you. Tein To. But | guess I don't rust my own f FIONA: Yer ‘renorsure ye can accepr ever ‘TOMMY: The’ about it. MIR LUNDIE: Ye barter hurry, Fiona, There's not much time Jefe (He tune 10 fut and then stops) Diana feel ashamed of yourssf, Tommy. “Ts the hard- ex thi he world to give up every the only way to get everythin’. (owt et The music bogie unde!) ‘TOMMY: Do you understand at all? FIONA: (Looks at him, then sings) Dina yx krow, Tommy That yore al miei for? So bos can ye go, Tommy, eed ye more and more? No, Fiona. You won't remember that way. And neither will {Sings “From This Day On") Yeu and the rzgrld whe Will plo all ny life ie rbroug; For you're part fe From tht day on Brigadoon & 205 and Someday if should love, 1s you Pl be dreaming off For you're all Pisce From sbisday on These burried houre sore all be life we could share Sell sil go sath nov ater, jut a prayer het When ce are fr sport eal find cometbing from your bert Har gons! Gone with me From thin day om (the must continues) (eepenie) You se? We mest't be sorry about anything. now thee T Tove in vain, but FIONA: I'm not, In fact, I shouldna be surprised loneliness Is not bei or bei TOMMY: Bu FIONA: No, (singe) tage) Honus: Brigadoon, Bigaico Blocmiing under sable okie. Brigadoon, Bngadcon, ang ‘TOMMY: Tin sorry, Fiona. To stay hid to have 2o fears and no doubts And well... (He pute his arme around het) (ney Wiss. Tre volces soft cow. The o° dinna forger .. «any day . any nighe jeye. +s tiove ye. Tlove ye. == ye. «Tove ye (Gerknoss) Silence! Thea for but & moment, tho lights came up & Bi. FIONA ie206 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre 1 longer thera. The hazy distant view of tha hovses is gono, The stage Je led Y= TOMMY Tooks af for moment. Then he tone SCENE « blacked out {ate ertorncen, fur month itr A plane ie heerd tage s. JEFF fe sosted on @ stoot ished." Being the bar etende Frank, AEF: (Taking 2 sp rom a gas) Ugh! Whats cis, Prank? D.D.T.? FRANK: The sual LEFF: Why do you say’ heen drinking ielong? FRANK: Continuously since you got back fom Scotland four months ago ESE: Well, I jst decided t don’ like fe Tes noe near as good ae the whisky Mother used to make. Give me some gin FRANK: What you have with siz? JEFF: A litle bourbon, FRANK: Yes, sir. EFF: (Shakes fis watch) “opped. FRANK: (Looking at his wist watot) Site i. ster: Hmph! T'd beter be geting home, (FRANK hs fm hi ahink) Give re another oneco ale with ae, Franke 1 like vo drinks portal 7 portal 's just about time for Miss Aston focal st me is it Frank? [think my warch has FFBANK: Wel, jost about this time every day she either calls or comes in of both, looking for Mr. Albright ht it, then takes it out of Me mouth and esr. From what I gather, she cn'c fi him, lad you warn nkeup and gee ou of here. ‘PRANK: Don't yo lie Miss Asbo JEFF: Oh, very much. Bur not when she's stalking Mr, Albright. (He drinks) Trell you, Frank, scratch the surface of any woman. . and shellenjoy i FRANK Bar where is Mr Albright si? EFF: I con't mow, Frank. He uit his job abour & month ago, picked up his parcels, and vanished like. . Brigadoon san snete FRANK Like who? JEFF: That was the name of my brother who-an away, (TOMMY enter Brigadoon & 207 ‘Tomnny: Bit FRANK Fillo, Mr Albright JEFF: (Going to Aim) Tommy! My old friend Tommy. (He throne is arms ‘ound TOMMY) TOMMY: How are you, Jeff? JEFF: (To FRANK) ies say old friend Tommy, He's beck, TOMMY: Hello, Franke JEFF: Where've you been all moath, Tommy? Tou: Up ona farm in New Hapshive JEFF: A farm. Messing around in’ all that dircy dirt and everything. Whee ‘were you doing tere? TOURY-Enjoying myselé A rye and soda, plesse, Frank JEFF: Well if that's what you Iie, when yon get married why don't y TOUNY: wonder if Twantto gee married, Jeff err: Why TOMMY: Because, my dear tan, I'm gerover it afr: On TTowny: Aad she rouble i, becsure I can't be with her I cat'e be with eny ‘one els, Thats why {went sway. So meay things remind me of her. When Tim with people and they're calling to me, they mighe sey one lide word ‘har opent the €or co a memory for me and suddenly T don't hear chem talking anymore, Tm 2 few thousand ales way with «. well you now. “Then dowrly Leone back to the conversation, they ak me a question and 1 on knows what the hell they're calking about, I haven's heard a word, JEFF: You must ve with someone else, And 1 “cena” ta, chic, very aac SANE: Tommy (20mm men rise and she walks past JEFF Into TOMMY'S ars) SANE: When did you ger back? JEFF: Hallo, Je. TOMMY: A lime while sgo. JEFF: How are you, Jane? LIANE: (lgnerag hin) Tre been worried helfvo death above you. JEFF: Fing, Jl “ARNE: Lae “rownay:S do ink Tl go up eo ny room and208 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre JEFF: Goodby! FRANK: You il JEFF: So aml SANE: Tommy, why didn't you write me? TOMMY: Nothing ro say, I guess. Deink? JANE: Old Feshioned, please. (FRANK goto buoy) Aad why didn’t you wize me you were coming 18 minate you'd gee in Town you'd cal me. . .oF ome to me face why didnt you = (ihe instant sno gaye tho worde “coma to me,” FLONR'S voloe is heard staging. TOMMY turns tram ihe bar and ok eft areamiy. The ighie came up Lehind the bar revesing FIONA against = misty Scottish Daokground. A& FIONA ings, JANE continues Thor mouth fe moving, but no no words are ‘mouth ie moving he 9881 her FIONA: (Sing) Come ro me, Bend to me, ss me good day Darlin’ ey dari, "ie all loam say Fat cometo mn, bond to ie, hit me good day! ‘Gie me your lip an don’ sake them sy, {She exits and the hts dl completly out. The muse f26es out and the sights ‘come up st the baz. We hea” JANE epacking. The fet part of her sentence Ie ‘Tomnay: Ob! Why—er—maybe. JANE: You mean you'd even consider it? ‘Towney: What? JANE: Commuting from sixty miles out of New York? “Town: Oy no! I don't wan co do that, JANE dig rhinkeso. And Told Mi Jackson ow: Who? JANE: Herve Jackson Tommy (Ah owe) OF SNE: aly. He him you'd ell in Tove Lean hardly wait VANE: Pease do T'm tying so hare arange everything. Do you ill want ‘lf tostad up for you? cae Toure ie con Wy? SANE: Nothing e's js tht he o impomiblethte day. Everybody is bored to death wit him, 'm nt innered in everybody, opecily the everybody we know: cere been sto 20) Who's he? ye real estar man I've been working with. Trold (Seme aueinese again FIONA le Rear, than easn binging. Only this time she fe nesren Brigadoon & 209 The eather (FOUMY turns sharply fo JANE. Tho moment he spe, TOWMY:No, Jane! No! JAKE: No, TowMy: I can't go through with i! There's going to be 90 wedding next month, JANE: Do you mesa you're postponing i gain? TomMy: No, Lam aot poscponing is, SANE: Calling off TOMMY: Feane do! Ever JANE: You have # nerve! After all chis time T've waited for you snd tried ro be patient and put up with your idiotic whime and temperamer fr Iin srty. es not yoor fle ing strange happened a fe ts come wp ‘off for good! LIANE: [thinks you'ze going elean out of your mind, But I refuse co stand here ‘and argue with you in eis bat! Le’ go hors INSFOLK: (Sing) ome with boas 1s ant ty s86m t0 be walking away trom hm Into te if you thisk anyone else is going co put up with your nonsense, 1g mad, Sothink tet over, ie. Albright, ‘oN ‘TOMMY: You were righ. Ienever faded. (sigs) “There buried Bours were ll be life ae could share210 & Ten Great Musicals of the American Theatre 1 sll go with not ofr prayer FIONA: Through all se years to come AvP cbrough al the tears 20 come FIONA and TOMY: erow Pil be yours Fram is day om {She begins to malk back os ihe chorus is hoard upstage singing) HORUS: Come ye from the Come ye from the Come yeinthe glen! Come ye, bai Come'ye, men! « (hey reach tlt volo, Bagglpars are baer swell and ewes as TOMMY lucas tothe bar and hurrecy poke up one. Then) TOMMY: (On the ahono—ever chorus) Hello? Roam 72, please! .. . Jeff? “Are you sober? . . . T want to go back to Scotland. . . Never mind for! ". . Do you wane to come wich me? Well gee plane seservacions right away! jsn'e chere, Bur T want eo see where i was Foun. ac somewhere out there-—berween the mist and the ear—there's somebody T want so terribly. She's not desd. She's only asleep, And yer Fl never see her agein JEFF: Did you come all the way over here just to say thet? You could have ‘old me that on the phone in New York fora nickel ‘Towmy: No. Pte you why. She became so alive ra me that I had £0 come bback and see for myself cha the place rally wasn't here. LEFF: Ie didn’t work thar way for me. IPs #0 much like 4 dream now chat Fé have to work hard to convince mystic happened at ‘TOhinY: There's the big difference between us JEFF: Tell me about it Town: I found that somesimes what you believe in becomes mo y ogs you can explain sway of understand. ‘round for « moment) God! Why do people have t0 lose things t0 find out shar they mean? OEFF: Well, tate © Jat look and let's stare walking. 1 got lore around here Brigadoon & 211 avs to axl, when sustonly sinlng is hoard scly Inthe olivance ‘ele the chorus singin! Brigndcon, Brig Blooming unr sa Brigadcon, Brigadoon There my bear forever Let the norld grow cold eround uss Let the beavers ery abeu Brignioon, Bigs TOMMY nd JEFF fook Rt each otter in bewilierme DIE anpeers tom tho ‘ot. Ha i vary eleapy. He watke Mat ever 10 TOMIAY, then cogs and poor a im) 1, TOMMY turns and fooks beck at JEFF, who stand look ‘The chorus swale and TOMMY and MIR LUNDIE