marriage; and who, notwithstanding
her dress and appearance, is the same simple-hearted creature you left
her, sir; but since you're altered, sir, since you forgot your former
humble----

_Chris._ (_half crying_) I don't--I'm as simple as ever. And if I
thought you were not joking--but you are--(_looking close in her
face_)--yes--no--(_Ulrica smiles_)--she's the same kind-hearted--

_Ul._ I am; and were we but in our native village, Christopher----

_Chris._ We'd send for a priest, buy a little land, make money, make
love, and have such a happy fire-side!

DUET--_Christopher_, _Ulrica._

_Chris._ When a little farm we keep,
And have little girls and boys,
With little pigs and sheep,
To make a little noise----
Oh! what happy, merry days we'll see!

_Ul._ Then we'll keep a little maid,
And a little man beside;
And a little horse and pad,
To take a little ride,
With the children sitting on our knee.

_Chris._ The boys I'll conduct,

_Ul._ The girls I'll instruct;

_Chris._ In reading I'll engage,
Each son is not deficient;

_Ul._ In music I presage,
Each girl is a proficient.

_Chris._ Now, boy, your A, B, C!

_Ul._ Now, girl, your solfa!

[_Ulrica is supposed to teach a girl to sing, and Christopher to teach a
boy to read._]

_Both._ When a little farm we keep, &c.

_Chris._ Charming! delightful!

_Ul._ Very! only you forget one thing: you forget we are both locked up;
and if aunt finds us together, it will make bad so much worse. Mercy on
me! how could you get in here?

_Chris._ Mercy on me! how am I to get out here? and my time's up with
the count!

_Ul._ What count?

_Chris._ Why, mother, who formerly got this ungrateful aunt made
housekeeper to old count Roland, you know, has lately got me into the
young count's retinue; and he is killing game in the neighbouring woods,
and I'm (_noise of unlocking the door_) killed myself! Oh, Lord! there's
only one chance: aunt cant know me--she has'nt seen me since I became a
man; but then, _you_, cousin! if I _am_ a man! shall I, like a base
selfish--No--it mounts!--the Roland blood mounts high within me.
[_Noise._

_Ul._ Hush! I rely on him they select to be my husband. His heart's
elsewhere; and by securing your own escape now, you may hereafter effect
mine. [_Stage door opens._] The baron! our enraged host! Now! what's to
be d