Enter CATHERINE’S two little Children.
Little Girl. I am sure I heard some voices this way—suppose it was the fairies!
Little Boy. It was only the rustling of the leaves. There are no such things as fairies; but if there were any such, we have no need to fear them.
Little Boy sings.
I.
Nor elves, nor fays, nor magic charm,
Have pow’r, or will, to work us harm;
For those who dare the truth to tell,
Fays, elves, and fairies, wish them well.
II.
For us they spread their dainty fare,
For us they scent the midnight air;
For us their glow-worm lamps they light,
For us their music cheers the night.
Little Girl sings.
I.