Nig. I will. I will not trifle any longer with happiness now it is within my grasp. Let me go, sir, or I’ll knock you down. Let me go.
[Breaks from him and runs off, F.E.L.; DAMPER buttoning up his coat.
Dam. He sha’n’t escape, I’ll follow him if it’s to Africa.
[Exit F.E.L.
Miss Sky. Ha! ha! ha! the hunt is up—there they run—there (Looks from window.) they run. Now Niggle, now Damper. Look at the heart stirring-chase, (Singing.)
“With a heigho! chevy;
Hark! forward, hark! forward, tantivy.
With a heigho! chevy;
Hark! forward, hark! forward, tantivy.