_FRANCIS discovered placing the supper._ _Fra._ I know he loves to have his early supper in the fresh air; and, while he sups, not that I believe any thing can amuse him, yet I will try my little Savoyards' pretty voices. I have heard him speak as if he had loved music. [_Music without._] Oh, here they are. _Enter ANNETTE and CLAUDINE, playing on their guitars._ Ann. _To welcome mirth and harmless glee,_ _We rambling minstrels, blythe and free,_ _With song the laughing hours beguile,_ _And wear a never-fading smile:_ _Where'er we roam_ _We find a home,_ _And greeting, to reward our toil._ Clau. _No anxious griefs disturb our rest,_ _Nor busy cares annoy our breast;_ _Fearless we sink in soft repose,_ _While night her sable mantle throws._ _With grateful lay,_ _Hail rising day,_ _That rosy health and peace bestows._ _During the Duet, the STRANGER looks from the Lodge window, and at the conclusion he comes out._ _Stra._ What mummery is this? _Fra._ I hoped it might amuse you, sir. _Stra._ Amuse _me_--fool! _Fra._ Well then, I wished to amuse myself a little. I don't think my recreations are so very numerous. _Stra._ That's true, my poor fellow; indeed they are not. Let them go on.--I'll listen. _Fra._ But to please you, poor master, I fear it must be a sadder strain. Annette, have you none but these cheerful songs? _Ann._ O, plenty. If you are dolefully given we can be as sad as night. I'll sing you an air Mrs. Haller taught me the first year she came to the Castle. _Fra._ Mrs. Haller! I should like to hear that. Ann. _I have a silent sorrow here,_ _A grief I'll ne'er impart;_ _It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear,_ _But it consumes my heart;_ _This cherish'd woe, this lov'd despair,_ _My lot for ever be,_ _So, my soul's lord, the pangs I bear_ _Be never known by thee!_ _And when pale characters of death_ _Shall mark this alter'd cheek,_ _When my poor wasted trembling breath_ _My life's last hope would speak;_ _I shall not raise my eyes to Heav'n,_ _Nor mercy ask for me,_ _My soul despairs to be forgiv'n,_ _Unpardon'd, love, by thee._ _Stra._ [_Surprised and moved._] Oh! I have heard that air before, but 'twas with other words. Francis, share our supper with your friends--I need none. [_Enters the Lodge._ _Fra._ So I feared. Well, my pretty favourites, here are refreshments. So, disturbed again. Now will this gentleman call for more music, and make my master mad. Return when you observe this man is gone.--[_Exeunt ANNETTE and CLAUDINE.--FRANCIS sits and eats._]--I was in hopes, that I might at least eat my supper peaceably in the open air; but they follow at our heels like blood-hounds. _Enter BARON._ _Bar._ My good friend, I must speak to your master.