No. 16 - Recit and Quartett - Dorothy, Lydia, Wilder & Sherwood Lyrics by B. C. Stephenson

[Wilder:] One moment, pray!
[Sherwood:] Stay, don't run away!
[Dorothy:] Meet me tomorrow!
[Lydia:] Meet me tomorrow!
[Wilder:] Tomorrow is today!
[Sherwood:] Tomorrow is today!
[All:] Tomorrow is today!
[Wilder:] Oh, fly not yet! 'Tis not too late
To bid me hope, or mourn my fate,
For lovers learn from early morn,
The cruel hand of time to scorn!
[Sherwood:] What matter what the hour may be?
Time was not made for you and me--
Then hear me whisper-- ere we part,
The promptings of my vanquished heart!
[Dorothy:] And do you think the test, sir,
Of love, so light a thing,
That maids will leave their nest, sir,
Like fledglings in the spring?
[Lydia:] Because they've wings to fly with,
And want to soar above,
The man I live and die with,
Must prove to me his love!
[Wilder:] Pray take from me this token;
My vows are never broken.
[Sherwood:] Let me on your finger place this ring.
[All:] Your vows will soon be broken.
This ring I take as token
That a man is but a faithless thing.