Alice. Can you ask that? are not all places alike if you are with me, Walter?
Song.—Alice.
In this wild wood will I range;
Listen, listen, dear!
Nor sigh for towns so fine, to change
This forest drear.
Toils and dangers I'll despise,
Never, never weary;
And be, while love is in thine eyes,
Ever cheery.
Ah! what to me were cities gay;
Listen, listen, dear!
If from me thou wert away,
Alas! how drear!
Oh! still o'er sea, o'er land I'll rove,
Never, never weary;
And follow on where leads my love,
Ever cheery.
Larry. Och! the creature!
Walter. Let my lips tell thee what my tongue cannot.
[Kiss.
Larry. Aye, do, do stop her mellifluous mouth; for the little nightingale warbles so like my Kate, she makes me sigh for Ballinamoné; ah! just so would the constant creature carol all day about, roving through the seas and over the woods.
Enter Robin.
Robin. Master Walter, the captain is a going to explore the country, and you must along.
Walter. That's our fine captain, always stirring.