r the ocean, wench? wilt be content in
these wild woods, with only a little husband, and a great deal of love,
pretty Alice?

ALICE. Can you ask that? are not all places alike if you are with me,
Walter?

_Song._--ALICE.

In this wild wood will I range;
Listen, listen, dear!
Nor sigh for towns so fine, to change
This forest drear.
Toils and dangers I'll despise,
Never, never weary;
And be, while love is in thine eyes,
Ever cheery.
Ah! what to me were cities gay;
Listen, listen, dear!
If from me thou wert away,
Alas! how drear!
Oh! still o'er sea, o'er land I'll rove,
Never, never weary;
And follow on where leads my love,
Ever cheery.

LARRY. Och! the creature!

WALTER. Let my lips tell thee what my tongue cannot.
[_Kiss._

LARRY. Aye, do, do stop her mellifluous mouth; for the little nightingale
warbles so like my Kate, she makes me sigh for Ballinamone; ah! just so
would the constant creature carol all day about, roving through the seas
and over the woods.

_Enter ROBIN._

ROBIN. Master Walter, the captain is a going to explore the country, and
you must along.

WALTER. That's our fine captain, always stirring.

ROBIN. Plague on his industry! would you think it, we are all
incontinently to fall a chopping down trees, and building our own houses,
like the beavers.

LARRY. Well, sure, that's the fashionable mode of paying rent in this
country.

ALICE. O, Walter, these merciless savages! I sha'n't be merry till you
return--

ROBIN. I warrant ye, mistress Alice--Lord love you I shall be here.

WALTER. Cheerly, girl; our captain will make the red rogues
scamper like so many dun deer. Savages, quotha! at sight of him, their
copper skins will turn pale as silver, with the very alchemy of fear.
Come, a few kisses, _en passant_, and then away! cheerly, my dainty
Alice. [_Exeunt WALTER and ALICE._

ROBIN. Aye, go your ways, master Walter, and when you are gone--

LARRY. What then! I suppose you'll be after talking nonsense to his wife.
But if ever I catch you saying your silly things--

ROBIN. Mum, Lord love you, how can you think it? But hark ye, master
Larry, in this same drama that our captain spoke of, you and I act parts,
do we not?

LARRY. Arrah, to be sure, we are men of parts.

ROBIN. Shall I tell you in earnest