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Rose is about to go when Robin enters and calls her.


Robin.Mistress Rose!

Rose.[Surprised.] Master Robin!

Rob.I wished to say that—it is fine.

Rose.It is passing fine.

Rob.But we do want rain.

Rose.Aye, sorely! Is that all?

Rob.[Sighing.] That is all.

Rose.Good day, Master Robin!

Rob.Good day, Mistress Rose![Both going—both stop.

Rose.I crave pardon, I—

Rob.I beg pardon, I—

Rose.You were about to say?—

Rob.I would fain consult you—

Rose.Truly?

Rob.It is about a friend.

Rose.In truth I have a friend myself.

Rob.Indeed? I mean, of course—

Rose.And I would fain consult you—

Rob.[Anxiously.] About him?

Rose.[Prudishly.] About her.

Rob.[Relieved.] Let us consult one another.


Duet

Rob.



Rose.



Rob.
Rose.
Rob.
Rose.
Both.

I know a youth who loves a little maid—
(Hey, but his face is a sight for to see!)
Silent is he, for he's modest and afraid—
(Hey, but he's timid as a youth can be!)
I know a maid who loves a gallant youth—
(Hey, but she sickens as the days go by!)
She cannot tell him all the sad, sad truth—
(Hey, but I think that little maid will die!)
Poor little man!
Poor little maid!
Poor little man!
Poor little maid!
Now tell me pray, and tell me true,

What in the world should the
young man
maiden

do