Who both arms round her throws,
And revives her at once with a kiss;
And whispers that once he but loved as a brother,
But now is most anxious to love as some other.
But the Abbot, of course, must again interfere.
Loud he calls, "Mr. Culprit, just step, sir, up here;
And you, monks, keep your eyes on the door.
For our sentence is this,—that the maiden you wed;
Yes, and live with her too till you're dead, sir—quite dead.
Oh, you ne'er shall escape from her more!