Clau. No anxious griefs disturb our rest,
Nor busy cares annoy our breast;
Fearless we sink in soft repose,
While night her sable mantle throws.
With grateful lay,
Hail rising day,
That rosy health and peace bestows.
During the Duet, the Stranger looks from the Lodge window, and at the conclusion he comes out.
Stra. What mummery is this?
Fra. I hoped it might amuse you, sir.
Stra. Amuse me—fool!
Fra. Well then, I wished to amuse myself a little. I don't think my recreations are so very numerous.
Stra. That's true, my poor fellow; indeed they are not. Let them go on.—I'll listen.
Fra. But to please you, poor master, I fear it must be a sadder strain. Annette, have you none but these cheerful songs?
Ann. O, plenty. If you are dolefully given we can be as sad as night. I'll sing you an air Mrs. Haller taught me the first year she came to the Castle.