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the outlaw.
Mad. Loved! oh, yes; most certainly I've loved. I love my mother—love my little dog—my last new ribbon and my scarlet boddice;—and as to flatterers, my dog fawns on me and my mother says I am her pretty Madeline; but, most of all, I love—
2d. Moun. Oh! speak.
Mad. I love my own dear will. Ha, ha, ha!
2d Moun. Well; thy dear Will am I. Is it not so?
Mad. Hush! hush! you weary me, go hence; here comes my mother with food and drink; refreshyourselves, then will we to the dance.
[They sit down and take refreshments.
2d. Moun. Oh! speak.
Mad. I love my own dear will. Ha, ha, ha!
2d Moun. Well; thy dear Will am I. Is it not so?
Mad. Hush! hush! you weary me, go hence; here comes my mother with food and drink; refreshyourselves, then will we to the dance.
[They sit down and take refreshments.
Enter Soldiers.
Captain. In time to share your feast my pretty girl? Will you not welcome us with your sweet smiles?
Mad. [curtseying.] Welcome to our poor fare.
[At this moment the Outlaw is seen cautiously descending the mountain at the lack of the hut—the Captain catches a glimpse of him.
Mad. [curtseying.] Welcome to our poor fare.
[At this moment the Outlaw is seen cautiously descending the mountain at the lack of the hut—the Captain catches a glimpse of him.
