(In an agitated voice, and stretching out his arms as if dreaming.)  

Oh, heavens!

What soft enchanting nameless pleasures seem

my bosom to invade! or do I dream?

Or see I yet the lovely form, more gay

than dancing sunbeams! Fly me not ~ oh, stay!

No, no ~ 'twas no deceptive spell,  

her breath, like the rose-scented breeze, gently fell,

her kiss, which might bosoms of marble inspire,

still thrills through my frame ~ all my soul is on fire.

(Still asleep)

Dang it. A bit of a kiss is no such great affair after all.

(Starting.)

Ah! I had forgotten him. Could he have seen her too!

(Calls.)

Christie! Christie!

(Still half asleep.)

Hola, there! Eh!

(Yawning.)

(Impatiently.)

Did you see her? speak!

See her! don't I see her every night?

(Aside.)

He too!

And then she's such a loving body; 'tis a mortal pity she's not the same when a man's awake.

I too might make the same complaint.

(Yawning.)

Dang it! Why did you waken me Donald? She did smile so sweetly upon me, and my heart went thump-thump, for all the world like Sandy's flail in my godmother's barn.

(In a note of vexation.)

Can it be possible, Christie, that you speak the truth?

Ah! you're jealous, mayhap ~ Ah, ah!

(Laughing.)

and what think ye, man, she stooped down as I thought to kiss me.

Pshaw!

(In a doleful tone.)

I held up my cheek and she gave me ~

Well?

Such a ratling slap o'the face, that I was glad when I woke to find my teeth in such a tingle!

Fool! is it of Jessie you're speaking?

(Aside.)

He knows nothing.

Nae, but she's the fool though, dear pretty Jessie to think of marrying you, when I love her little finger better than you do her whole body.

(Half crying.)

'Tis a sin and a shame! me her sixteenth cousin too - and her mother my godmother - and this very day too! Oh, oh!

(Cries.)

Today! 'tis so indeed ~

(Looks towards the spot where the Sylph had disappeared.)

~ And shall I never see thee again? No, no, I must not even wish it; thou art but a blissful vision ~ a beauteous chimera; and I, Jessie, must think of love and thee.

(Looking towards the Door.)

Oh dear! oh, dear! here she comes! blushing like a rose, and her eyes so mild ~ and 'tis all for him. Oh, I could ~ I could ~

Dearest Jessie, I can think of nothing but our approaching happiness.

Why should you doubt me? what other woman can I ever love but you?

(to Dame)

How pleased she looks; he's making her some fine flummery speech now. Lord help her, that's not the way he'd go to court her if he were a real lover.

Do as I do, stare at her for hours together, with his eyes and mouth wide open, and when he would say a sweet word or two, feel as if he had got a blue bottle there.

And more shame for you, godmother, I'm sure if I'd thought you would have been so unnatural to me, I'd never have been your godson.

(Snatching her hand and devouring it with kisses.)

Oh, if you were always like this I'd forgive you all.

Nay, Jessie.

The savage! can't you let her even comfort me?

(Aside.)

I could cry for spite to hear their talk, and I know he don't love her ~ no that he don't.

(Aside.)

Vain are all my efforts; the form of that beauteous being is ever before my eyes.

(Looking towards the glass doors.)

Could I but see her once more before ~

(Goes to chimney - perceives Hela in the corner.)

~ Heavens! you here?

(Drags him out.)

(Angrily.)

What brings you here?  

Be gone! mysterious fiend, your presence is always attended with some calamity!

Your diabolical arts and practices are well known. Begone ~ detested wretch! or ---

Come, my lads! you'll let the poor body stay, won't you?

Dare not to say so, cursed elf.

Stand off, fear nothing; I myself

will take your part, for spite of you

the wizard o'the glen speaks true.

The wretch! the maniac! Jessie dear,

believe not, trust not, what you hear.

Well, time will show,

but if you'd know,

Jessie's true love, ye see him here.

Yes, time will show,

but well I know,

my vows to Jessie are sincere.

Hence, hence ~ begone!

Or dread my anger! ~

Fly, cursed one!

Rest here no longer.

No, don't begone!

Fear not his anger,

his secret's known,

he'll sham no longer.

Miserable imposter!  

Yes, but I do, though; and it's shame for you, Jessie, to marry a man that you're told does not love you.

Christie, beware you do not provoke me too far.

But you must heed it, godmother. I tell you all will be on your head, if you let her marry him. Oh Jessie ~ if you want a real husband ~ a faithful husband ~ a loving husband ~ do as Hela bid you; take me.

(Kneeling to her.)

She said “Poor Christie!” Oh, how my heart does go thumping.

(He is about to seize her hand - Donald takes the place of Jessie, and Christie, still on his knees, seizes his hand in mistake, which he kisses.)

I swear by this lily hand ~

(Pushing him off.)

There, you stupid blockhead!

(Getting up, confounded.)

Donald!

Me draw! I'm sure I shall turn the ale sour if I look in the jug!

Poor Jessie! yes, she loves me! I'll requite  

her fond affection; ~ yet the strange delight

that magic kiss inspired still haunts me! When,

enchanting fair, shall I behold again

that form bewitching, which must ever reign,

fix'd firm, in Donald's all bewilder'd brain?

Powers of enchantment ! tell ~ oh, tell me, say ~  

thou form angelic, far more bright

than diamonds dipp'd in dazzling light ~

Com'st thou to beckon me away

to dark perdition or to bliss?

Speak! I adjure thee by that kiss,

which still I ~ ~ ~

What voice divine!

Oh, speak again, say, art thou mine?

Thou brightest queen of Donald's heart,

say, who and what, and whence art thou?

You weep! oh, what sorrows can reach so angelic a being?  

You love me, then! dare I believe it?

Her voice thrills to my soul! I have not power to resist the dangerous fascination.

(Aside.)

She loves me!

(Aloud.)

Fairest creature! where didst thou first behold me?

(Snatching her hand.)

Love you! Oh, heavens! But ~

(Dropping her hand.)

No, no ~ I dare not ~ honour forbids me.

Too fatal beauty,

what faith or duty

can e'en oppose their pow'r;

thou has betray'd me,

dear Jessie aid me,

in this enchanted hour.

Who could behold those speaking eyes,

that form, that mien; those charms despise

were more, more or less than man.

No, no ~ for who could, unmoved, behold those eyes, that form, that mien ~ those charms despise ~  

Ho, ho, there! here's fine doings! Jessie, Jessie! ~ godmother, I say!  

(Running up the staircase.)

I'm lost ~ they come!

I tell you I saw it with my own eyes ~ a woman, hugging and kissing a woman!  

(Who has passed to the other side of the chair.)

Not true indeed! Look here; I'll shew you the impudent hussey. ~

(Tears off the cloak, the Sylph has disappeared - General surprise.)

Eh! how this?

(Stupefied.)

And you too! But I tell you my eyes and myself both saw it ~ we can't be both mistaken.

(Shaking the cloak, and searching round the chair.)

Why, hang it! where could he have hid her? Oh, if I can but catch the minx!

You deserve it, Jessie. I told you if you wanted a loving, fond, ardent ~ but 'tis no matter now!

Curse it, for a villainous ring!

I ought to be your worship, but ~

(Starting and advancing.)

The ~ the ring ~ here it is! ~

(Aside.)

~ I tremble, I know not why, 'tis a weakness I cannot overcome.

(As he holds out the ring the Sylph seizes it, and disappears up the chimney.)

~ Merciful powers! what has she done?

The grief I feel is past the telling!

Oh, direful hour for slighted lover!

With rage I think my heart will burst.

By fits I shiver, and I burn.

(To Jessie.)

Jessie, you love me, do not fear ~

(Apart.)

What a wretched fate I mine.

(To Jessie.)

Still to be thine ~ now hear me swear!

(Apart.)

This torture shall be borne.

Blessed omen! good portending!

sure the fates for me declare;

or Cupid's self his succour lending,

came to save me from despair.

He's gone, 'tis too late,

Ay with a bonnie lass.

In sooth you're to blame

for now the steed's stole, you're for closing the gate.

Glad my heart is, that was breaking,

when I thought all hope was o'er;

I almost fear I am not waking,

heav'n grant we'll see him here no more!

Glad my heart is that was breaking

when I thought all hope was o'er;

I almost fear I am not waking,

heav'n grant we see him here no more.

And where else, think ye, are we to look for Donald? When a woman runs away with a young man, it isn't likely she'd go hide him in the high road?

A siffle ~ why can't you remember the name?

A siffle is ~ is a kind of fairy with wings, that hides in the hollow of a tree like a woodpecker, or in the clefts of a rock like a young eagle.

Well, well ~ don't let us lose our time. Godmother has promised me Jessie, if I find the runaway Donald.

(Aside.)

That's my opinion too; and for that reason I'm leading them as far astray as I can.

(To Villagers.)

He knows everything.

Hear that, lads. I told you the wizard body ~ the ~ the kind Hela was my friend.

How shall I know that!

Thank you, kind Hela.

(Aloud to Villagers.)

Away, then, to the left, and if you don't find him, it is not your fault.

(Aside.)

Now I'll find Mr. Donald out at his tricks.