(Conan's voice heard. Singing: "Let me be
merry" in a melancholy voice.)
"If sadly thinking with spirits sinking
Could more than drinking my cares compose,
A cure for to-morrow from sighs I'd borrow,
And hope to-morrow would end my woes.
But as in wailing there's nought availing,
And Death unfailing will strike the blow,
Then for that reason and for a season,
Let us be merry before we go!"
Mother: It is Conan will near lose his wits
with joy when he knows what is come back to me!