Scene III. A wild forest, cliff and hills in the distance; a gypsy hut in the centre.
Bert.—My good woman, do you know me, that you look at me so hard?
Meg.—Ay, better than you know yourself!
Bert.—Aye, aye. That is, you’ll tell my fortune.
Meg.—Yes, because I know your past.
Bert.—Indeed! Then you have read a perplexed page.
Meg.—It will be clearer soon.
Bert.—Never less likely.
Meg.—Never more so! If, with a simple spell, I cannot recall times which you have long forgotten, hold me the most miserable impostor. Hear me, hear me, Henry—Henry Bertram! Hark! hark to the sound of other days! Listen, and let your heart awake. (Sings. Air, Gypsy Girl.)
Oh! hark ye, young Henry,