Capt. (looking after her). A plump and pleasing person!
Enter Josephine on poop. She comes down, twining some flowers which she carries in a small basket.
Ballad.—Josephine.
Sorry her lot who loves too well,
Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly,
Sad are the sighs that own the spell
Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly;
Heavy the sorrow that bows the head
When love is alive and hope is dead!
Sad is the hour when sets the sun—