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 And she refuses?

Why, no, I can't truly say she do.

Then she accepts! My darling!

Hail the Bridegroom—hail the Bride! Let the nuptial knot be tied: In fair phrases Hymn their praises, Hail the Bridegroom—hail the Bride!

[Aside, referring to her book.] Now, what should a maiden do when she is embraced by the wrong gentleman?

Belay, my lad, belay. You don't understand.

Oh, sir, belay, I beseech you!

You see, it's like this: she accepts—but it's me!

You!

Hail the Bridegroom—hail the Bride! When the nuptial knot is tied—

[Interrupting angrily.] Hold your tongues, will you! Now then, what does this mean?

My poor lad, my heart grieves for thee, but it's like this: the moment I see her, and just as I was a-goin' to mention your name, my heart it up and it says, says it—"Dick, you've fell in love with her yourself," it says. "Be honest and sailor-like—don't skulk under false colours—speak up," it says. "Take her, you dog, and with her my blessin'!"

"Hail the Bridegroom—hail the bride!"—

Will you be quiet! Go away! [Chorus make faces at him and exeunt.] Vulgar girls!

What could I do? I'm bound to obey my heart's dictates.

Of course—no doubt. It's quite right—I don't mind—that is, not particularly—only it's—it is disappointing, you know.

[To .] Oh, but, sir, I knew not that thou didst seek me in wedlock, or in very truth I should not have hearkened unto this man, for behold, he is but a lowly mariner, and very poor