as temporal substance, since
Gustaffe went to sea. But you know, Alice--

ALICE.

Mrs. Knickerbocker, if you please.

KNICKERBOCKER.

Well, Mrs. Knickerbocker--

GUSTAFFE.

Why, Knickerbocker, you have thriven well of late.

KNICKERBOCKER.

I belong to the corporation, and we must support our corporation as well
as it. But not a word about the pig, as the butchers have it, when you
were a little boy, and Alice courting me.

ALICE.

I court you, sirrah? what mean you?

KNICKERBOCKER.

Sirrah! Mr. Knickerbocker, if you please. Why, then, deary--we didn't
like anyone to intrude on our society; do you take the hint? as the
gamblers have it. Come along, Alice--Mrs. Knickerbocker, I would say--let
us leave the lovers to themselves.

ALICE.

Again they meet, and sweet's the love that meets return.

_Exeunt_ KNICKERBOCKER _and_ ALICE, _singing in concert_, "Again they
meet."

GUSTAFFE.

My dear Lorrenna, why this dejected look?--It is your own Gustaffe
enfolds you in his arms.

LORRENNA.

Alas! I am no longer worthy of your love,--your friendship. A fatal bond
extracted from my lamented father has severed us forever--I am devoid of
fortune.

GUSTAFFE.

Lorrenna, you have been the star that has guided my bark,--thee, my
compass--my north pole,--and when the magnet refuses its aid to the
seaman, then will he believe that you have foundered in affection, or
think that I would prove faithless from the loss of earthly pittance.

LORRENNA.

Shoals,--to speak in your nautical language--have long, on every side,
surrounded me; but, by my kind uncle's advice, must we be guided.
[_Exit._

*Footnotes*

143 Scene II, in K., reads as follows:

SCENE SECOND.--_Chamber._

Enter NICHOLAS VEDDER and DAME VEDDER (_formerly_ DAME VAN WINKLE).

DAME. 'Tis very hard for the poor girl.
VEDDER. Yes; but 'tis your fault. You shouldn't have had a fool and
a sot for your first husband.
DAME. [_Aside._] And I didn't ought to have had a bear for my
second.
VEDDER. What did you say?
DAME. Nothing--nothing.
VEDDER. Well, don't say it again. Because Lowena will have to be the
wife of Herman Van Slaus, that's settled!
DAME. But he's a most disreputable man, and my poor child detests
him.
VEDDER. Well, she won't