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Mistress Rose!

[Surprised.] Master Robin!

I wished to say that—it is fine.

It is passing fine.

But we do want rain.

Aye, sorely! Is that all?

[Sighing.] That is all.

Good day, Master Robin!

Good day, Mistress Rose!

I crave pardon, I—

I beg pardon, I—

You were about to say?—

I would fain consult you—

Truly?

It is about a friend.

In truth I have a friend myself.

Indeed? I mean, of course—

And I would fain consult you—

[Anxiously.] About him?

[Prudishly.] About her.

[Relieved.] Let us consult one another.

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,