Lio. And so you must do what I bid you. I require of you a song.
Lady H. Oh, I am too shy to sing.
Lio. (takes the flowers from her dress). I'll exchange this nosegay for a song. (Music of "Last Rose of Summer" may be played softly here.)
Lady H. Ah! you jest.
Lio. No, I command!
Lady H. (coldly). Command, sir?
Lio. Nay, I entreat (kneels, laughingly).
(Lady H. takes one of the flowers he offers, and plays with it as she sings. He puts the other flowers presently into the breast of his coat.)
Lady H. Ah, your entreaty I cannot withstand. (Sings.)