Too long you've made the sky your nightly tent.
I've oft been warned to shun your careless way
And from your pranks and revels warned to stay.
I dare not try to cross the swollen tide
Unless some stronger arm is close beside.

[Paolo approaches]

Permit my arm to be this guide and stay:
Pray give me leave to help you on your way.

Virginia--
Kind sir, if you will take me by the hand,
I'll thank you to assist to that far strand.
No--Don't you lift me up--I didn't mean--
Well--If you must--

[Carried over]

How strong your arms have been.

Paolo--
Virginia, did I hear the kelpies say?
Yes, that's my name. What is your own, I pray?
Call me Paolo, and if I may be
Of any further help fair maid to thee,
Allow me to attend you on your way.

Virginia--
Thank you, I need no further help to-day.