[1st Cut.] [2nd Grooves.]
A Lane near a Village. Afternoon.
Enter ARTHUR WALTON and WILLIAM, R.S.E.
Arthur. Give me your arm, my feet tread heavily;The sameness of this scene doth pierce my heartWith thronging recollections of the past.There is nought chang'd—and what a world of care,Of sorrow, passion, pleasure have I known,Since but a natural part of this was I,Whose voice is now a discord to the soundsOnce daily... more...