I wonder if they only want her hand.

That’s all that they can get—for I’m so poor

I don’t know where to find my lunch. I’m sure

The man that marries her must furnish gold,

And do it now—at once—they must be told.

(Turning to Suitors. Aloud.)

Now, gentlemen, to business—you are here

As suitors for our daughter, that is clear.

You love our daughter—if aright we read.

Suitors.—