Silentium The Conspiracy Lyrics:
[I) AT THE MASQUERADE]

[C.Tenheim:] Enjoining the evening? [Scoria:]
Count Tenheim. I Presume? [C.Tenheim:] At your
service my lord...? [Scoria:] You may call me
Scoria. I've been watching you dance with young
baroness Prudence, such a...lovely creature
[C.Tenheim:] Yes, unfortunately her loveliness is
owned by someone rude enough not to even appear
with her. Even in such pleasant masquerades as
tonight. [Scoria:] Well some do not simply have
the proper out bringing to attend this kind of
pleasures [C.Tenheim:] Apparently so, lord Scoria.
it may be the spanish way to raise sails and let
the beauty wither ashore. [Scoria:] Look at her
amongst all this joy, mourning and sighing.
Wouldn't you like to set those sad longing eyes
aflame again? To have her and afterwards kiss that
swanlike neck goodnight? [C.Tenheim:] I...I Beg
your pardon, my lord [Scoria:] Do not insult me
with petty morality, dear count. I know exactly
how desperately you thirst after her. With how
much anguish you envy that halfbreed Antracon for
owning her loyalty. [C.Tenheim:] If only I could
open her eyes from that blindness. [Scoria:] I
think we have a way to remedy that. [C.Tenheim:]
Dear sir. are you suggesting that I would do the
dirty deed of yours... of god only knows what
intentions? [Scoria:] My intentions. Are merely of
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setting her free of that endless longing. I'm not
asking you to do anything, but to follow your own
desires. Few words from a loyal servant of your's
will do. [C.Tenheim:] Few words. From my servant?
[Scoria:] Just a word placed in the ear of
Antracon's crew. He's ship,
"Providence", is due to Southampton
within few weeks. When it arrives we can perhaps
put one of your servants on the payroll all we
need is few words, like count Tenheim has...

[II) FALSE TIDINGS]

[Lawes:] ...Slept with young baroness Prudence.
[Hickson:] Aye! You watch your mouth gadgie. I
can't believe it out off her [Lawes:] That's the
bleeding bloody honest truth. By god. Mind you.
She is the bleeding fiance of the owner of this
ship and all. Didn't stop the mockers or banging
her sheets with sir tenheim now did it? No no...
[Hickson:] Bloody hell...young sir Antracon ain't
gonna be at all happy when he'll hear about it...

[III) AT THE INN]

[Antracon:] ...I just can not believe it [Hickson:]
Well that's what I heard. And the gadgie works for
the count and all. Well, we better be off to
London sir. If we are going to be there in decent
time. [Antracon:] No...Hickson wait...I am going
to stay here at the inn for a while. Would you
arrange a room for me? [Hickson:] You're sure sir?
Ah mean. Right, you never kin with this stuff.
Never kin with the ladies, tell you that for
nothing sir. [Antracon:] No...she deserved
something better... It's all my doing. Being away
and low breed. All my doing...
Lyrics: The Conspiracy, Silentium [end]