[_Those who have partaken of the philtre struggle against its effects, and resume the Brindisi with a violent effort._ TUTTI. Eat, drink, and be gay, Banish all worry and sorrow, Laugh gaily to-day, Weep, if you’re sorry, to-morrow; Come, pass the cup round-- We will go bail for the liquor; It’s strong, I’ll be bound, For it was brewed by the vicar! None so cunning as he At brewing a jorum of tea. Ha! ha! At brewing a jorum of tea! ACT II. SCENE.--_Market-place in the Village. Rustic houses. In centre a market cross._ _Enter _Peasants_ dancing, coupled two and two. An old _Man_ with a young _Girl_. Then an old _Woman_ with a young _Man_. Then other ill-assorted couples._ OPENING CHORUS. Happy are we in our loving frivolity, Happy and jolly as people of quality; Love is the source of all joy to humanity, Money, position, and rank are a vanity; Year after year we’ve been waiting and tarrying, Without ever dreaming of loving and marrying. Though we’ve been hitherto deaf, dumb, and blind to it, It’s pleasant enough when you’ve made up your mind to it. _Enter CONSTANCE, leading NOTARY._ ARIA.--CONSTANCE. Dear friends, take pity on my lot, My cup is not of nectar! I long have loved--as who would not?-- Our kind and reverend rector. Long years ago my love began So sweetly--yet so sadly-- But when I saw this plain old man, Away my old affection ran-- I found I loved him madly. Oh! (_To NOTARY._) You very, very plain old man, I love, I love you madly! _Chorus._ You very, very plain old man, She loves, she loves you madly! _Notary._ I am a very deaf old man, And hear you very badly. _Con._ I know not why I love him so; It is enchantment, surely! He’s dry and snuffy, deaf and slow, Ill-tempered, weak, and poorly! He’s ugly, and absurdly dressed, And sixty-seven nearly, He’s everything that I detest, But if the truth must be confessed, I love him very dearly! Oh! (_To NOTARY.)_ You’re everything that I detest, But still I love you dearly! _Chorus._ You’re everything that girls detest, But still she loves you dearly!