Nad. (recovering). Why, landlord! your old wits are clean forgot And wildered.
Uzz. Drink a cup of wine with me! There’s no cure for such madness but good company.
[Slowly Tob. comes across to table, still listening. Dav. slips out R. Eliph. follows Tob. All fill cups, Tob. still listening. Music swells up; dies again. Tob., after pause, touches his cup with the others. They all drink.
Curtain.
Pastoral symphony begins at once, and continues until the Carol.
Angel.—Gloria in Excelsis Deo.—