Elgin.
Only let me know your wish,
I will do that same.
First Fairy. Behold yon sleeping child.
Second Fairy. She sleeps sweetly under our loving enchantment. Do you see her?
Elgin. Fairies, I do. 'Tis a young and gentle face.
First Fairy. Knowest thou a lady rich and lonely who would give a home to this girl and her sister?
Elgin.
You ask a most uncommon thing.
Most mortals are so cold and hard,
To wealth and luxury they cling,
And if they give, they seek reward.
Second Fairy. But, Elgin, think. Rich, lonely, and with loving hearts. Are there no such among mortals?
Elgin.