Crime & punishment > Peveril of the peak, or, The days of Charles II

PEVERIL OF THE PEAK.
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CHORUS.
Farewell, merry maidens, to laugh, song, and reel, ;
We must dance on the wave with the porpoise and seal:
The breeze it shall pipe, so it pipe not too high, V
And the gull be our songstress whene’er she flits by.
We’ll sing when we bait, and we’ll sing when we haul, ,
For the deeps of the ocean have plenty for all ;
There’s turbots for gentles and skate for the carle.
And wealth for bold Derby, both Countess and Earl i
[Exeu*
Enter Julian with a Fishing-Rod in his hank
followed by Deborah Debbitch. ;
Deb. Ay, ay. Master Julian Peveril; but, l
Friar Bacon said :—Time is, time was, and time'
past. You are no longer a pretty boy, nor Ali«
Bridgenorth a little girl; and though you migB
romp together, when children, I can allow no romji
ing now : so go your ways, and come to Black-foi
no more.
Jul. Nay, Deborah ; but where is Alice ? j
Deb. Safe from your hook, Master Julian : s
fish elsewhere—you catch not Mistress Alice. You"
be the death of me. Should it be known I encoc
raged a young man to visit here, my character woidj
suffer.
Jul. That’s impossible, good Deborah ! Naj
nay, be not unkind. When I first landed on th:
island, did not you renew the intimacy which, in ot}
earliest years, had subsisted between Alice and mj
self?
Deb. Yes; but I didn’t desire you to fall in lovt
and talk of marriage.
Jul. Why not ? Have you not said a thousam
times, we were born for each other ?
Deb. No, no, no,—positively no. I may haw
said the estates were born for each other. But thei
your fathers are ready to cut each other’s throats, fd