Sorry her lot who loves too well - Act I Gilbert and Sullivan

[JOSEPHINE]
Sorry her lot who loves too well,
Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly,
Sad are the sighs that own the spell,
Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly;
Heavy the sorrow that bows the head
When love is alive and hope is dead!
Sad is the hour when sets the sun –
Dark is the night to earth’s poor daughters,
When to the ark the wearied one
Flies from the empty waste of waters!
Heavy the sorrow that bows the head
When love is alive and hope is dead!

(Enter CAPTAIN.)

[CAPTAIN, spoken]
My child, I grieve to see that you are a prey to melancholy. You should look your best to-day, for Sir Joseph Porter, K.C.B., will be here this afternoon to claim your promised hand.

[JOSEPHINE, spoken]
Ah, father, your words cut me to the quick. I can esteem – reverence – venerate Sir Joseph, for he is a great and good man; but oh, I cannot love him! My heart is already given.

[CAPTAIN, spoken]
(aside). It is then as I feared. (Aloud.) Given? And to whom? Not to some gilded lordling?

[JOSEPHINE, spoken]
No, father – the object of my love is no lordling. Oh, pity me, for he is but a humble sailor on board your own ship!