Claiming my previous dibs on 47. Ruth (purple) and Frederic (green) speaking, then singing, in The Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert & Sullivan:
Ruth, you are considerably older than I. A lad of twenty-one usually looks for a wife of seventeen. A wife of seventeen! You will find me a wife of a thousand! No, but I shall find you a wife of forty-seven, and that is quite enough.
... (later) ...
You told me you were fair as gold! / And, master, am I not so?
And now I see you're plain and old. / I'm sure I'm not a jot so.
Upon my innocence you play. / I'm not the one to plot so.
Your face is lined, your hair is grey. / It's gradually got so.
Faithless woman, to deceive me, / I who trusted so!
Master, master, do not leave me! / Hear me, ere you go!
My love without reflecting, / Oh, do not be rejecting!
Take a maiden tender, her affection raw and green,
At very highest rating, / Has been accumulating
Summers seventeen, summers seventeen.
Don't, beloved master, / rush me with disaster.
What is such a dower to the dower I have here?
My love unabating / Has been accumulating
Forty-seven year--forty-seven year!
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Don't, beloved master, / Crush me with disaster.
What is such a dower to the dower I have here?
My love unabating / Has been accumulating
Forty-seven year--forty-seven year!
Yes, your former master / Saves you from disaster.
Your love would be uncomfortably fervid, it is clear
If, as you are stating / It's been accumulating
Forty-seven year--forty-seven year!
