cannot abear them.

_Flor._ Indeed! Good friend, nevertheless I must
see your master. Bring me to him.

_Will._ I am going to the inn, where he awaits me.
Will it please you to meet me opposite the old barn in
two hours?

_Flor._ I will, I will, for I need his advice much.
I am sore distressed. Here is for thee. Lose no time!
[_Gives him money._] Farewell! [_Exit R._]

_Will._ By'r lady, angels! both of them. [_Exit L._]




SCENE III.

_An extensile landscape, with a road on the L;
overhung with foliage. A Country Inn, U.E.R. Table,
chairs, villagers sitting, a waiter bringing in
refreshments during the symphony of the following_

GLEE and CHORUS.

Cold, oh! cold the March winds be;
High up in a leafless tree
The little bird sits and wearily twits,