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SCENE XVI.

Romantic View, an Hovel attached to the Wing.
Enter Connor, taps at the hovel door, from which Enter Saba—they embrace—she doubtfully enquires his success.
DUET to an old Irish air.
She.
Still must droop Maon? still weep his fair one?
Still their sweet babe join his fond parents sigh?
Her hair it is silk light—her skin it is milk white,
And dark is the blue of her bright rolling eye.

He.
Fate has divided—tyrants derided,
Meagre despair commands the deep sigh;
But fate now relenting—to justice assenting,
The big hour of vengeance proclaims to be nigh.

She.
Sweet thought alluring—bright hope assuring,
Bids joy with rapture then beam in each eye!

He.
The theme of fame's story, companions in glory,
For virtue now arm'd in her cause dare to die.

As he sings the last stanza, the Huntsmen, with a band of Irish Peasantry armed, enter, lead by Kildare, who join in the following lines as
CHORUS.
Yes, the theme of fame's story, companions in glory,
For virtue now arm'd, dare to conquer or die.

Exeunt.