Oh, mother do not ask! If my complexion
|Mrs. F.||My child, be candid—think not to deceive|
The eagle eyed pew opener—you love!
|Con||(Aside.) How guessed she that, my heart's most cherished secret?
(Aloud.) I do—love— fondly—madly—hopelessly!
When he is here,
I sigh with pleasure—
When he is gone,
I sigh with grief.
My hopeless fear
No soul can measure—
His love alone
Can give my aching heart relief!
When he is cold,
I weep for sorrow—
When he is kind,
I weep for joy.
My grief untold
Knows no to-morrow—
My woe can find
No hope, no solace, no alloy!
(At the end of the song, Mrs. Partlet silently motions to women to leave them together. Exeunt chorus, l.)
Come, tell me all about it I Do not fear—
|Con.||Hush, mother! He is here!|
Enter Dr. Daly, from l., on terrace and down steps c. He is pensive and does not see them. He goes down stage and sits on stool, l. c.
|Mrs. P.||(Amazed.)Our reverend vicar!|
|Con.||Oh pity me my heart is almost broken!|
My child, be comforted, To such an union
|Con.||But, mother dear, he is not yours to give!|
|Mrs. P.||That's true, indeed!|
|Con.||He might object!|
|Mrs. P.||He might.|
But come—take heart I'll probe him on the subject.
Be comforted—leave this affair to me.