Sweeter than the (h)owls of night,
Hear thy fond one’s voice to you
Genteely asking, How do you do?
How do you do-oo!
Chanticleer in the distance. Cock-a-doodle-do-oo!
Chorus of Rivals. How do you do-oo?
Lovely Berlinda, how do you do?
Roder. Ha! there are rivals—such arrivals much I fear—
Hist! they are coming, my idea is to hide here.
(Hides.)