Knickerbocker.
I belong to the corporation, and we must support our corporation as well as it. But not a word about the pig, as the butchers have it, when you were a little boy, and Alice courting me.
Alice.
I court you, sirrah? what mean you?
Knickerbocker.
Sirrah! Mr. Knickerbocker, if you please. Why, then, deary—we didn't like anyone to intrude on our society; do you take the hint? as the gamblers have it. Come along, Alice—Mrs. Knickerbocker, I would say—let us leave the lovers to themselves.
Alice.
Again they meet, and sweet's the love that meets return.
Exeunt Knickerbocker and Alice, singing in concert, “Again they meet.”
Gustaffe.