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 Enter. She is wildly dressed in picturesque tatters, and is an obvious caricature of theatrical madness.

Cheerily carols the lark Over the cot. Merrily whistles the clerk Scratching a blot. But the lark And the clerk, I remark, Comfort me not!

Over the ripening peach Buzzes the bee. Splash on the billowy beach Tumbles the sea. But the peach And the beach They are each Nothing to me!

And why? Who am I? Daft Madge! Crazy Meg! Mad Margaret! Poor Peg! &emsp;He! he! he! he! he! [Chuckling.

Mad, I? Yes, very! But why? Mystery! Don't call! Whisht! whisht!

No crime— Tis only That I'm Love—lonely! That's all! Whisht! whisht!