Jasper. Come, sit down, farmer and neighbours; and you, my pretty lads and lasses, let's have a dance. Ah, here is a foraging party.
[Enter Soldiers.
Party dance—several pastoral and fancy dances—and as the whole company retires, Christine comes from the cottage with cautious steps—she is dressed in a frock coat, pantaloons and hat.
Christine. They are gone—now to escape. Scenes of my infancy—of many a happy hour, farewell! Oh, farewell, forever!
[Exit.
Jasper and Jerry return.
Jerry. She refused me plumply.
Jasper. Impossible!
Jerry. No, it's quite possible. Farmer, said she, I will not marry you—and hang me if there's any joke in that.
Jasper. Refuse an honest man? A wealthy one, too? And one whom her father gives to her? Trifling girl! Insensible to her happiness and interest. What objections had she to you, farmer?