[The Musician answers.]
"I pray you, good sir, why say you so?"
[Man.]
"Because Joan Sanderson will not come to!"
[Music.]
"She must come to, and she shall come to,
And she must come whither she will or no."
He now lays down the cushion before a woman, on which she kneels, and he kisses her, singing:
"Welcome, Joan Sanderson, welcome, welcome."
She rises with the cushion, and both dance about, singing: