Enter Robin
Rob. Soho! pretty one—in my power at last, eh? Know ye not that I have those within my call who, at my lightest bidding, would immure ye in an uncomfortable dungeon? [Calling.] What ho! within there!
Rich. Hold—we are prepared for this [Producing a Union Jack.] Here is a flag that none dare defy [all kneel], and while this glorious rag floats over Rose Maybud's head, the man does not live who would dare to lay unlicensed hand upon her!
Rob. Foiled—and by a Union Jack! But a time will come, and then—
Rose. Nay, let me plead with him. [To Robin.] Sir Ruthven, have pity. In my book of etiquette the case of a maiden about to be wedded to one who unexpectedly turns out to be a baronet with a curse on him, is not considered. Time was when you loved me madly. Prove that this was no selfish love by according your consent to my marriage with one who, if he be not yourself, is the next best thing—your dearest friend!
Ballad
Rose.
All. [Kneeling.]
Rob. [Recit.]
All. [Recit.]
In bygone days I had thy love—
Thou hadst my heart.
But Fate, all human vows above,
Our lives did part!
By the old love thou hadst for me—
By the fond heart that beat for thee—
By joys that never now can be,
Grant thou my prayer!
Grant thou her prayer!
Take her—I yield!
Oh, rapture!
Chorus
Away to the parson we go—
Say we're solicitous very
That he will turn two into one—
Singing hey, derry down derry!
