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Ballad. — Mabel. Oh leave me not to pine
Aloue and desolate ! No fate seemed fair jis mine-—
No happine.s.s so great — And Kature day by day
Has sung in accents clear This joyous roundelay,
" He loves thee — he is here I
Fa la ! fa la ! fa la ! He loves thee — he is here I" Fkbs Oh I must leave ihee here,
In endless night to dream, Where joy is dark and drear And sorrow all supreme — Where nature day by day Will sing m altered tone This weary roundelay,
" He loves thee — he is gone !
Fa la ! fa la ! fa la ! He loves thee — he is gone !" In 1940 I of age shall be : I'll then return and claim you, I declare it' Mabel. It seems so long !
Fred. Swear that till then you will be true to me.
Mabel. (Adde.) Yes, I'll be strong.
{Aloxid.) By all the Stanleys dead and gone 1 swear it I
Ensemble. Oh here is love, and here is truth, And here is food for joyous laughter :
H«^|„ill be faithful to {^^^^'
Till we are wed, and ever after. Fked. Farewell ! Adieu !
Mabel. The same to you !
Both. Farewell ' Adieu !
(Fred rushes to window and leaps otU.)
Regit. — Mabel.
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(Feeling pulse.) Yes, I am brave ! O family descent I How ^reat thy charm ! thy sway how excellent ! Come one and all, undaunted men in blue, A crisis now aflairs are coming to.
(E/nter Police from R. L E., marehinq in .nngle fue.)
