Ariel wakes his dainty air, His lyre celestial stringing. Fools he lureth, and thefair, With his celestial singing.
Ah, if I slept alone! To - night The bolt I fain would leave undrawn for thee;But then my mother's sleep is light, Were we surprised by her, ah me! Uponthe spot I should be dead.}
Martha (as above)
They are but mountebanks, I'll lay a bet!
Oh, be so good, With sweat and with blood The crown to lime!(They handle the crown awkwardly and break it in two pieces, with whichthey skip about.)