Oh, leave me not to pine Alone and desolate; No fate seemed fair as mine, No happiness so great. And nature, day by day, Has sung, in accents clear, This joyous roundelay, “He loves thee--he is here. Fal-la, fa-la, fa-la.” _Fred._ Ah, must I leave thee here In endless night to dream, Where joy is dark and drear, And sorrow all supreme! Where nature, day by day, Will sing, in altered tone, This weary roundelay, “He loves thee--he is gone. Fa-la, fa-la, fa-la.” He loves thee, he is gone. (_Rises._) _Fred._ In 1940 I of age shall be. I’ll then return, and claim you--I declare it. _Mab._ It seems so long! _Fred._ Swear that, till then, you will be true to me. _Mab._ Yes, I’ll be strong! By all the Stanleys dead and gone, I swear it! ENSEMBLE. Oh, here is love, and here is truth, And here is food for joyous laughter. He} {his} She} will be faithful to {her} sooth Till we are wed, and even after. {he} What joy to know that though; {I} must Embrace piratical adventures, He} {his} She} will be faithful to {her} trust {he is} {his} Till {I am} out of {my} Ventures. _Fred._ Farewell! Adieu! _Both._ Farewell! Adieu! [_FREDERIC rushes to window and leaps out._ _Mab._ (_feeling pulse_). Yes, I am brave! Oh, family descent, How great thy charm, thy sway how excellent! Come, one and all, undaunted men in blue; A crisis, now, affairs are coming to. _Enter _Police_, marching in single file._ _Serg._ Though in body and in mind, Tarantara! tarantara! We are timidly inclined, Tarantara! And anything but blind, Tarantara! tarantara! To the danger that’s behind, Tarantara! Yet, when the danger’s near, Tarantara! tarantara! We manage to appear Tarantara! As insensible to fear As anybody here. Tarantara! Tarantara! tarantara, ra-ra-ra-ra! _Mab._ Sergeant, approach. Young Frederic was to have led you to death and glory. _All._ That is not a pleasant way of putting it. _Mab._ No matter; he will not so lead you, for he has allied himself once more with his old associates. _All._ He has acted shamefully.