Says Ella to her love, "remember
Though doom'd to part, you constant view
That moon, which rises in such splendour,
I too, will look, and think of you.
Anxious Ella shall not sleep
Whilst her sailor braves the deep."

II.

But tempestuous is the weather,
And lovely Ella's wish is crost,
Vain her watching nights together,
Successive moons in clouds are lost.
Stormy winds the forests sweep,
Whilst her sailor braves the deep.

III.

Swift to the shore she flies, complaining;
The tempest to her pray'r is deaf;
When lo! that orb she's so arraigning,
Shines forth, and shows her lover safe.
Now no more shall Ella weep,
For her sailor's brav'd the deep.

_Enter all the_ Falconers.

_Count._ Now for my friend Alberti's, and there learn more of this same
countess Roland.

_Enter_ Christopher.

_Chris._ My lord, I have announced your coming, and the marquis is all
impatience. But what do you think? When I sent up your lordship's
message, who should be of the party but my aunt, the countess? And one
of the marquis's retinue wanted me to take courage, and go up to
her--"for," says he, "if she has'n't seen you since you were a boy, and
she took up your cousin, Ulrica, on account of her uncommon beauty, who
knows, if she once saw you----" You understand, my lord--I'm certainly
improved.

(_Pulling up his collar._)

_Count._ Improv'd! So much, that at first sight, my life on't, you'll
charm the countess.

_Chris._ His words! his very words! and I certainly charmed Ulrica! But
then--psha! ridiculous!--you all flatter!--and aunt's there!--(_pointing
to the chateau_)--and Ulrica's there!--and tonight makes her wife to
that old pedigreed--(_here the countess appears at the door of the
chateau unobserved, looks out, and listens._) So go all of ye--go to the
marquis Alberti's, and leave me to sob and sigh--Oh, sweet Ulrica!--Oh!
h! ha!

_Count._ Well, as it suits--and so good night, most noble love-sick
swain.

_Falc._ Good night, most noble nephew of the countess Roland.

[_Bowing as before, and with_ count _exeunt_ falconers. Christopher
_with his back to the_ countess, _bows in return--She advances from
chateau all joy and triumph, and exultingly goes towards him--countess
advancing from the house._

_Count._ (_aside and unseen by Christopher._) So, most noble nephew of
the countess Roland.