Lio. Let all the past be forgotten. Joy smiles at last. At last my dreams have all come true.
Plun. (to Nancy). And what can you do, you useless bit of baggage?
Nancy (hums). I can cook, sir, I can bake, sir,—
Plun. (laughing). You are jesting. You are my own little good-for-nothing.
Nan. If my master is obstinate—I can bring him to reason.
Plun. You will suit me, after all. You will make an excellent farmer's wife. Come along.
Nan. There! (She boxes his ear.) Take that as an earnest.
Lady H. sings.
No. 21. Finale.
Lady H. Now the April days returning
Gird the Spring in living green.