Robin. Shall we, Alice, shall we?

Quartetto.

Robin. Mistress Alice, say,
Walter's far away,
Pretty Alice!
Nay, now—prithee, pray,
Shall we, Alice? hey!
Mistress Alice?
Alice. Master Robin, nay—
Prithee, go your way,
Saucy Robin!
If you longer stay,
You may rue the day,
Master Robin.

Walter. [Aside.] True my Alice is.

Larry. [Aside.] Wat shall know of this.

Robin. [Struggling.] Pretty Alice!

Walter. [Aside.] What a rascal 'tis!

Larry. [Aside.] He'll kill poor Rob, I wis!

Robin. [Struggling.] Mistress Alice,
Let me taste the bliss—

[Attempts to kiss her.