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SCENE III
The borders of a wood. A large tree is seen in the midst of a thick bush. Enter GRYNDON, with a full sack and a spade.
| Gryndon. | This sack is full of money. For my daughter, Thinking that Cymon's gone across the water And left her — so we told her — has consented To wed the noble Marquis. I'm contented. The Noble Marquis has paid down all this By way of dowry for my little Miss. And now, though no one knows it, (confidentially to audience) |
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| I'm a miser, | ||||
| I hide the coin and nobody's the wiser, I'll use that hollow tree, till I have sunk A hole. P'raps 'tis a box-tree — here's its trunk. (Music) |
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| Enter CYMON. | ||||
| Gryndon. | Now, with my spade, I'll dig a hole bran new. Hollo! Sir! who'd ha' thought o' seeing you? |
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| (Chords. They meet face to face.) | ||||
| Cymon. | What are you dong there? | |||
| Gryndon (confused). | Well, Cymon, I | |||
| Seeing a little bird to suit a pie — It's on that branch — thought, p'raps that I might get It down somehow — and that is how we met. |
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| Cymon. | I see the bird — I'll shoot it. | |||
| Gryndon. | But take care | |||
| The last time that you shot you are aware — | ||||
| Cymon. | Ahem! (The bird whistles.) | |||
| Gryndon. | There is a little bird, a thrush; | |||
| He's singing lovelily above that bush, Shoot it — I'll give you sixpence. (Aside.) Silly duffer! I'll get ten shillings for it from a stuffer. |
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| Cymon. | Here goes! (Fires.) The bird is down — now the reward. | |||
| Gryndon. | Sixpence! So much I can't indeed afford. | |||
| Cymon. | Then the bird's mine. | |||
| Gryndon. | No, no; you shall not net it. | |||
| It's fallen in the bush, I'll go and get it. (He disappears in the bush.) | ||||
| Cymon. | Ah! bright idea! — now a tune I'll play, And he must dance until I make him pay. |
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