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NEXT TO PASIG
MELODRAM IN AN ACT AND IN VERSE.

Letter from Dr. JOSÉ RIZAL

Represented for the first time on December 8, 1880, at six in the afternoon, with music
by DON BLÁS ECHEGOYEN, in the Assembly Hall of the Municipal Athenaeum, of Manila, by the
students of the Academy of Spanish Literature of said teaching center , of which the Egyptian
Apostle of the Philippine liberties was President.

Represented for the second time, with music by MANUEL VELEZ, on the occasion of the
LITERARY, LYRIC AND MUSICAL VELADA organized by the annual illustrated newspaper DIA
FILIPINO, which was held on June 19, 1915, at the Grand Opera House, Avenida Rizal, Manila,
in commemoration of the 54th anniversary of the birth of the immortal MARTIR DE
BAGUMBAYAN.

Edited by the FILIPINO DAY.

1915

Printing and bookbinding, engraving and photogravure workshops and stationery store of the
illustrated annual newspaper FILIPINO DAY.

Sacristy Street No. 954, Santa Cruz, MANILA, IF

PEOPLE

Leónido
Candid
Pascual
Satan
Angel
Child 1st
Child 2nd
Child 3rd
Children Choir And Devils Choir.

NEXT TO THE PASIG

MELODRAM IN AN ACT AND IN VERSE

(The action is carried out on the banks of the Pásig River, in the town of this name; the
decoration represents the river, and the opposite bank to which the characters are. You will
see the church, houses, reeds and a multitude of flags and ornaments typical of the peoples of
the Archipelago. It is the hour of dawn and, consequently, the tone of the whole has to be
gently reproduced.)
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with pompous showdown?

FIRST SCENE.
CANDID, EASTER AND OTHER CHILDREN. (One of which
carries flowers, and others with flags and toys typical of
childhood.)
EVERYBODY.
CHORUS.
-Definitely!
Roses, carnations,
Pásig ameno,
Luce with a thousand finery; PASCHAL.
Divine dawn,
His beautiful sky —That joy
Wears gentle light; In the town you can breathe;
His eyes are divine, Such is the pleasure that inspires,
His forehead the rosicler. That all dance with joy.
His purplish lips Full I find everywhere
The chest burns: Of colorful rigging
In you, sweet beauty. The streets; Children and old people.
The safe mind goes; Everyone goes out to see.
In you, rich fortune
The happy soul will have. CHILD I — You speak, Paschal, really;
And I believe it! Well, people are
hanging impatiently
Pennants and flags.
(RECITATION)
CHILD 2nd — Here I bring a basket
of flowers to offer
the Virgin…
NAIVE.
CHILD 1st — GOOGLE! Let's see! ...
"How beautiful is the morning!" It's a simple gift ... ( He looks at it with contempt .)
The dawn with its dawn is I have a cage at home
caressing the flowers Do moran painted birds,
With which the meadow is decorated. Whose trills are so soft
The Pásig! Do you hear the murmur I'll give it to him, if it happens.
of the reeds on its shore?
Do you hear about the bird CHILD 3rd — Little birds! What madness!
The soft and varied lullaby? I have bombs, rockets ... ( Boasting .)
Tell me: so much beauty,
So much adornment and gallantry, CHILD 1st — Take it away! Those are toys
That with magical beauty that only infuse pavement! ...
It shows Nature;
And this calm current CHILD 3rd — You are afraid!
Do the benches slide,
don't you love them? Don't they enchant you CHILD 1st — Me? Do not!
with their eloquent language?
Don't they tell you that their contentment is PASCUAL. — I have a reed flute ... ( Everyone laughs .)
caused by the virgin Virgin,
living in this day ALL. — Ha! Ha!
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PASCHAL.
"Does the thing miss you?" PASCUAL. — Ah! True! Where was he?
You are right! I will touch her!
My father, as you know, CHILD 2nd — Where have you gone?
taught me several sonatas,
beautiful, very beautiful, very pleasant: CHILD 3rd — I don't know.
I will touch them; You will see!
CANDID. — Well, it will look for you:
CHILD 2nd — Best will be my flowers! Our bank will leave
For later: it is the same:
PASCUAL. — My flute! We lack the main thing,
Well , we don't have the boss.
CHILD 1st — What nonsense!
My cage is better ... CHILD 1st — Let's look for him.

CHILD 3rd — Cá! The bombs are better. CANDID. — Right now!
Nothing can be done without it
CHILD 1st — No, sir! ! ...

CHILD 3rd — Yes, sir! CHILD 3rd — It will be registered

to the bottom of the abyss!
CHILD 1st — What a fool!
CHORUS.
CHILD 3rd — Go crazy!
Your poor cage is very little. Let us march, let us march, Let us march without delay:
Happy our loaf! Mary will fill up!
CHILD 1st — Your bombs are the worst.

CANDID. — Hey, friends! Do not quarrel:

It is every precious offering;
But I beg one thing, SECOND SCENE.
And it is ... that you obediently listen to me:
A bench we will decorate
With the most beautiful attire;
Within it, you will SATAN comes out dressed in black and red; Its color is
cross Mansamente River we will cross; pale .
Flags and pennants SATAN. — Will it be true? Is it true
We will put a thousand colors; that the people who worshiped me,
You will carry all your flowers; now that they arrive, just
You, the cage; you, rockets; from salvation to the port?
This one, with a sound flute, If an inexperienced navigator
will go in the meantime playing: In the stormy sea
So we go sailing ... Of living, what singular
Until I find the Lady. Force protects him and shields
What do you think? What does he get with his help
My pitfalls avoid?
ALL. — Good, very good! Who in the gloomy mansion
Do was buried,
CHILD 3rd — It's a unique idea! Mighty has brought him out in
the clear light of day?
CHILD 1 — We are going to look for the bank! Oh! Unfortunately for me, you
were without a doubt, oh woman!
CANDID. — I say that too! ( He is about to leave. ) Who had so much power
Shut up! And Leonido? Is it?
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To take away my abode! And I don't see anyone here.

Privileged creature! They should have arrived,
When can I beat you? Well, that's how they promised me ...
Damn! ... The same Averno I presume they already left ...
Do beget the pains, Who knows if I got lost?
The cruel sorrows and horrors, But not: this is the path
Does not match my eternal tedium. that leads to the population;
Oh! Why This is the river that looks
the sad joy deprived me of sad luck? Its current without equal ...
Why did the strongest deny me There the church ... My house ...
That in my terrible bitterness I The flags ... I already believe it!
found my fortune It is the place of recreation
In the arms of death? that Pascual told me!
Spirit! Be sublime! From here we would expect
Be miserable and miserable, the pure Virgin to pass ...
To suffer condemned More ... who assures me
By the hand that oppresses you! that they have not just left?
If the man on earth groans The best thing will be to look for them;
And is bothered to live, I will go down; no ... up ...
He is comforted in suffering I think the entourage
Seeing life so brief, will soon come.
While the angel does not dare
To wait for him to die!
More alas! strength is that, suffered ( He sets out, and SATAN comes dressed in DIWATA.)
My sad destiny abides,
Since in my unparalleled combat
Adverse luck I have had: FOURTH SCENE.
However, although I was defeated,
I continue on my fatal path: LEÓNIDO AND SATAN.
He loves good; I love evil ...
Superb! ... Let him do his taste; SATAN. — Stop! Where are you going?
I will hinder you; it's fair;
That is my mortal enemy. LEÓNIDO. — Who are you?
So, start our fight!
Let's think of recovering SATAN. — Do
my empire without peer before n't you know me yet?
With cunning or perfidy.
I usually envy you! LEÓNIDO. — I don't remember your face, I don't even
Oh! ... I will recover you! remember ever
Hidden here I will wait seeing
( It is hidden behind a tree .) you. Give me step!
To some unsuspecting Christian:
I want the race that I hated so much to fall into my SATAN. — Never! Look at me well ...
hand
! LEÓNIDO. — Say, I beg you, who are you…

SATAN . —I am the one who, arrogant,

THIRD SCENE.
( LEÓNIDO comes out.)
LEÓNIDO. — The shore is lonely;
You can't hear the screaming;
I miss it: the day is already clear
gives laws to the hurricane, the sea, the fire;
Shine in the lightning and mute in the torrent,
I am he who with great power
reigned in a beautiful,
revered and feared time;
Absolute God of the Indian people.

LEÓNIDO. — You lie! Of my elders
God already sleeps in shameful oblivion,
And his clumsy altars,
Do to the echo of fateful praise
Victims offered to thousands,
Today they lay demolished:
Of their power in waning,
Our tongue throws
scorn upon their forgotten rites:
You are no god; you lie without a doubt.
For only one God exists true:
The God who created man and the entire world,
and who worships our rough mind.
SATAN. —Insense! Do you not fear my wrath
The power? Ungodly child,
do you not see that the air you breathe is mine,
The sun, the flowers and the unctuous river? ...
To my arrogant, creative voice,
Out of the waters arose
Those Islands, which illuminated the dawn,
Islands that beautiful in some time they went;
And while, faithful to my holy cult, they
raised their prayers
On my altars, I delivered them a thousand times
from death, hunger and horror.
The fields overflowed with
fragrant vegetables;
Without work they sprouted
from the pious land,
then pure,
the yellow months;
They wandered the meadow
The painted kid, the
alígero deer and the fat cattle;
The diligent bee
His honeycomb manufactured meekly,
And the man gave tasty honey:
Withdrawn in his nest the dogwood, He did
not predict
hurtful Odious Calamity;
He enjoyed this rich soil then
Of such a happy age,
That in his delights he was equal to heaven;
And now, without comfort,
Sad groans in the hands of strange people,
And slowly dies
In the impious hands of Spain!
However, I will deliver him, if he wants to
Bend his knee
Before my cult, which splendid shines.
So powerful I am that it opens up
I will give you, if you love me, how much you crave;
More, alas, if you blindly distrust yourself!
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LEÓNIDO. — If you are so powerful, if in your hands
The fortunes are of mortals,
why have
Christians been fatal to you?
And if, as you say, the brave sea
And the submissive Aquilon obey
Your voice and your might,
Why their delicate caravels,
Which now mock you,
Were not flooded
And under the buried waves?
Why did your stars
guide them in the dark night,
And the winds their sails pushed
And you did not throw their sparkles at them?
Are you perhaps omnipotent for that?
And for greater misery, still,
The name of Mary,
Name that enchants the unhappy mind,
What arrogant insult,
He came to destroy the traces of your cult!
SATAN. — The traces of my cult! Unhappy!
Don't you know that I keep
a people who love me prostate?
Oh! ...
The evils that I reserve for
your race, which acclaims an impure cult, will come in
the future :
Sad calamities,
Pests, wars and cruel invasions
Of various nations
In the next coming ages!
Your people will water
the thirsty sand with blood and tears.
Already in the pleasant meadow
The bird who wounded burning metal.
Neither your old forests,
nor the rivers, nor the valley, nor the source
will be already respected
Of the hateful men
Who disturbed the peace and your goodness;
While I, by revenge, I will
unleash the indomitable winds
So that in his career,
With rage and fierce rage,
the various elements are disturbed,
And the weak canoe,
Sinking in the water,
Increases his horrible sufferings.
I will ravage in my heart
The green fields of the best,
And from the top
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From the erect mountain I will With pleasant fervor you arrive,
throw from the burning river lavas, I will make you happy, blissful,
which, enveloped in smoke and devouring, calls You will have as much as you want;
Asole populations The river that runs at your feet.
What an angry torrent That drag diamonds, pearls;
That, when it spreads, The environment you breathe
plugs up the bushes; Do a thousand little birds fly;
And the earth terrified, Those plants, those flowers,
To my moved voice will Those houses, and those orchards,
tremble with atrocious shaking, Yours will be, if at once
And to each movement of your new faith you refuse;
The rich soil will bitter, and life. If the ungrateful name you hate
Oh! Oh! How much break! Of the one whose party is.
How much moan useless! How much cry I will More, alas! if obstinate
hear then without feeling my chest Disobeying you long for,
The mourning of the people, For at your feet right now
That with insolent joy The filthy earth will open,
Laughing I look at them with mortal spite! burying you in its bosom,
Which is buried in the sand
LEÓNIDO. — Lie! You can't do anything! I conjure you, The small drop of water
In the name of the Lord that the soul worships, When the sun plants dry.
Angel, or impure genius.
What seduce you want, LEÓNIDO. — In vain to infuse you want me
remove the mask that disfigures Clumsy fear with your tongue;
Your primitive and infernal figure! In vain, in vain you pretend
that I submit to your faith;
SATAN. — Well, good! Heme here! Never the Christian child
And he warns and notices The demon frightens,
that I am Satan, the angel who is splendid And before the Son of Mary the
( In a devil's costume .) eternal Evil trembles,
He sat on a throne Liar Spirit!
In a remote time; Go, run away, go to the darkness,
Rays of light throwing from his forehead. to the groan of the groan.
I am the one who fiercely found And of the eternal shame! ...
I fought the tyrant;
Then, defeated in my fatal defeat I SATAN. — Well, good! Since you have wanted it,
dragged your parents to death; It is necessary that you die:
More today, if of the Christian You will be the last victim
The divine faith overcame me in my fury That burns before me:
Of such mortal insult You will pay for yours,
I will take revenge, and of you; I am the strong; In you I will avenge my affronts.
And if you don't want to die, Spirits! My faithful companions
Surrender to my feet! That you find in evil pleasant sweetness,
That with cruel bitterness
LEÓNIDO. — Oh! Never! nourishes you the hatred that your soul contains,
Come, joyful, to start the war!
SATAN. — Do you see my power and my strength?
The powerful spirits
That reign in the universe, FIFTH SCENE.
Obey my voice:
Follow my unfinished flag; Salen DEVILS in droves .
Hear me, then: if you humbly
CHORUS OF DEVILS.
renounce your new sect,
And repent to my sake
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Who calls us CHORUS OF DEVILS.

with rage?
Who claims Live! Long live
Our King!
Our ardor?
Long live the Die, die
Infernal world , Who your Law does
Whose joy not venerate
With ardor
is evil!
Die, die Of life
The traitor, With horror!
Of The
Offender Offender!
SIXTH SCENE.
SATAN. — Come happy, hear
attentive;
My
voice calls you now;
That on this day Sayings and an ANGEL.
Our hope ANGEL. — Back, cursed angels
Sweet revenge From the wrath of Heaven!
Today will fill. Return the fast flight to
the mansion of pain!
Flee, if from the living ray you
CHORUS OF DEVILS. fear the funeral glow,
flee, or traitorous archangel!
The devil loves
his king; ( The devils flee .)
His mandates
are his law; And you, faithful child, wake up.
Obedient ( He wakes up .)
Will Follow; Come here; I am the one sent
For you, everyone will from Heaven that has delivered you
fight. From the perfidious Satan:
Already the Virgin of Antipolo
SATAN - The insult ceases; The waters, furrow from the river;
Infelice child, Say hello to her in a singing song,
full of eagerness; for her son will always be you
Come and bless She delivered you pious,
My pure image, From the claws of the Averno;
For the venture I know of Her the most tender son,
will laugh at you. For he brings joy in pursuit ...
Your companions already arrive,
LEÓNIDO. — I hate you Goodbye, then; I will return to Heaven.
Vil traitor, Goodbye, Leonido, goodbye!
To God ( Disappears .)
I only give love
As long as I live, LEÓNIDO, "Goodbye, beautiful creature.
I will be faithful; I You came to help me,
want to die keep watch, if the child sleeps,
for Him. the childish dream."
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LAST SCENE.
(LEÓNIDO and the CHILDREN. The VIRGIN passes the
river just before the end of the recitation .)

CANDID. — Ah! Leonido! We look for you;

Here is the Virgin Mary:
Do you feel the sweet harmony
that is heard among a thousand songs?

LEÓNIDO. — Oh, yes, friend! I perceive it;

I watch her come too ...
Oh! What a secret joy
I feel inside me!
Let's join our accents
On this happy day.
Let's greet the Virgin ...
What do you say, friends?

ALL. — Yes.
( The Virgin appears with magnesium or electric light .)

FINAL CHORUS

Hail pure pink

Queen of the sea!
Hail! Blanca Estrella,
Faithful Iris of Peace ...
Antipolo,
For you only
Fame and popularity will have.
From evils,
mortals
Your image will deliver us;
Your love,
To the faithful child
Always keeps him from evil;
Night and day,
You guide him on
the earthly path.

FINISH.