Four and forty sailors stand.
(Trunk of tree closes.)
Doo. A friend in need’s a friend indeed they say. Madam, we thank you. Come, friends, let’s away.
Noo. Let’s to the mountain; there our sacks we’ll fill. And get good fortune from a monstrous ill.
(Exeunt, R., Trunk of tree opens. Fairy of the Forest descends, and comes forward.)
Fairy. So far so good. Those captives stirred my pity,
And Maiden Mona is so good and pretty.
I hate that Gnome; he is so tough and tarty. (looks off.)
Here’s naughty Coquettina and her party.
I’ll sprinkle magic water on them all,