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Autumn, toil—Fal lal la! Winter, rest—Fal lal la! Winter, after all, is best— Fal la!

Spring and summer pleasure you, Autumn, aye, and winter too— Every season has its cheer Life is lovely all the year! Fal la!

After Gavotte, enter

Hold, bride and bridegroom, ere you wed each other, I claim your Robin as my elder brother! Ah, lost one! His rightful title I have long enjoyed: I claim him as Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd! Deny the falsehood, Robin, as you should! It is a plot! I would, if conscientiously I could, But I cannot! Ah, base one!

As pure and blameless peasant, &emsp;I cannot, I regret, Deny a truth unpleasant, &emsp;I am that Baronet!

&emsp;He is that Baronet!

But when completely rated &emsp;Bad Baronet am I, That I am what he's stated &emsp;I'll recklessly deny!

&emsp;He'll recklessly deny!