I run and race and yet cannot find my sweetheart. He sent a messenger to tell me to come to him. We are to be married, and I have dressed myself for it already. But ah! there is my love. Art thou there, my lamb? Oh! I have sought thee so much; yes, I have sought thee. Ah, only think; the tailor has quite spoiled my calico gown! See! there's a pretty flower for thee, my heart!

O the devil! I wish I were far away! She thinks I am her lover.

What say'st thou my love? We will go to bed together; I'll wash thee quite clean.

Ay, ay, I'll soap you in return, and wash you out too.

Listen my love, hast already put on thy beautiful new suit? Ay! how finely it is made, quite in the new fashion.

I know that well without . . .

Gracious me I what I had nearly forgotten! The King has asked me to supper, I must run quickly. Look, there's my little coach, my little coach!

O Hecate, thou queen of witches, how glad I am that that mad thing's gone away! If she had stayed any longer, I should have gone mad with her. I must be off before the crazy thing comes back again.

Oh kind-hearted Master Phantasmo! Prithee, do not forget me.

Come along, Brother Windy; I'll see if I can put you right with the tax-collector.