Oh! meet me, and greet me, my true love, I pray!
Or feasting, or sleeping, in hall, or in bower,
To the Rhine-bank, oh! true love, rise up and away!
On that bank, an old willow dejectedly grieves
And drops from each leaf, for love’s falsehoods, a tear;
Go! rivals, and gather the willow’s pale leaves,
For falsehood ne’er cross’d between me and my dear.
Exit.
[ SCENE IV.]—The Castle Gardens decorated for a Fête, and crowded with Dancers and Musicians: a lofty Terrace crosses the extremity of the Stage, from which Village-Girls advance, scattering flowers before Geraldine, who is led by Florian to an open Temple between the Side-scenes, containing three Seats.
Ger. (Pointing to the centre seat) There is our hero’s seat of triumph: nay, my commands are absolute, and you have no appeal, I reserve this for my uncle, he will join us presently.