Rolfe. Aye, aye, like April weather;
Sweet, fair, and faithless.
Percy. True alas! like April!
Song—Percy.
Fair Geraldine each charm of spring possest,
Her cheek glow'd with the rose and lily's strife;
Her breath was perfume, and each winter'd breast
Felt that her sunny eyes beam'd light and life.
Alas! that in a form of blooming May,
The mind should April's changeful liv'ry wear!
Yet ah! like April, smiling to betray,
Is Geraldine, as false as she is fair!
Rolfe. Beshrew the little gipsy! let us on.
[Exeunt Percy, Rolfe.
Enter Larry, Walter, Robin, &c.
Larry. Go no further? Och! you hen-hearted cock robin!
Robin. But, master Larry—