s;
My beauteous sister! noble brother, come!
_Music. Exeunt, on one side, SMITH, PRINCESS, NANTAQUAS, NIMA, and
train. On the other, KING, PRIEST, MIAMI, &c. The two latter express
angry discontent._
SCENE II. _A forest._
_Enter PERCY, ROLFE._
ROLFE. So far indeed 'tis fruitless, yet we'll on.
PERCY. Aye, to the death.
ROLFE. Brave Percy, come, confess
You have forgot your love.
PERCY. Why, faith, not quite;
Despite of me, it sometimes through my mind
Flits like a dark cloud o'er a summer sky;
But passes off like that, and leaves me cloudless.
I can't forget that she was sweet as spring;
Fair as the day.
ROLFE. Aye, aye, like April weather;
Sweet, fair, and faithless.
PERCY. True alas! like April!
_Song_--PERCY.
Fair Geraldine each charm of spring possest,
Her cheek glow'd with the rose and lily's strife;
Her breath was perfume, and each winter'd breast
Felt that her sunny eyes beam'd light and life.
Alas! that in a form of blooming May,
The mind should April's changeful liv'ry wear!
Yet ah! like April, smiling to betray,
Is Geraldine, as false as she is fair!
ROLFE. Beshrew the little gipsy! let us on.
[_Exeunt PERCY, ROLFE._
_Enter LARRY, WALTER, ROBIN, &c._
LARRY. Go no further? Och! you hen-hearted cock robin!
ROBIN. But, master Larry--
WALTER. Prithee, thou evergreen aspen leaf, thou non-intermittent ague!
why didst along with us?
ROBIN. Why, you know, my master Rolfe desired it; and then you were always
railing out on me for chicken-heartedness. I came to shew ye I had valour.
WALTER. But forgetting to bring it with thee, thou wouldst now back for
it; well, in the name of Mars, go; return for thy valour, Robin.
ROBIN. What! alone?
LARRY. Arrah! then stay here till it comes to you, and then follow us.
ROBIN. Stay here! O Lord, methinks I feel an arrow sticking in my gizzard
already! Hark ye, my sweet master, let us sing.
LARRY. Sing?
ROBIN. Sing; I'm always valiant when I sing. Beseech you, let us chaunt
the glee that I dish'd up for us three.
LARRY. It has a spice of your cowardly cookery in it.
WALTER. But since 'tis a provocative to Robin's valour--
LARRY. Go to: give a lusty hem, and fall on.
_Glee._
We three, adventurers be,
Just come from our own country;
We have cross'd thrice a thousand
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