That will persuade him. [To Brian.] Come, let us go;
For she might lose her way in this fine place.
Come, we have been too long upon the tree,
[Plucking sleeve of Mayor.
And there are little golden pippins here.
Soldier.
Give me the dish, I’ll hand it him myself.
Aileen.
I wonder if she is pretty.
[Mayor and Servants have gone out.