6th—The Santa Maria waits for me;
O how I love to sail the sea.
7th—At night we'll glide across the foam,
But wish ourselves quite safe at home.
8th—Kind friends, I hope you understand,
We are really happier far on land.
(All join hands and run to seats)
Then come, dear sailors, hand in hand,
We'll run to seek the nearest land!
Play
(Ferdinand and Isabella on their thrones, chairs with a red drapery concealing them.)
Enter Columbus and followers, bowing low
Columbus