Anne But what’s to become of me? is all my emotion to be summoned for nothing? Is my wedding dress to go to waste, and here’s all my blushes ready? I must have a husband.
Hyland and Gentlemen Take me.
O’Moore Take me.
Anne Don’t all speak at once! Where’s Mr. Daly?
Kyrle [R.] Here I am, Anne!
Anne [R. C.] Kyrle, come here! You said you loved me, and I think you do.
Kyrle Oh!
Anne Behave yourself now. If you’ll ask me, I’ll have you.
Kyrle [Embracing Anne.] Anne! [Shouts outside, L. U. E.
All What’s that?