Scene III—A grand Fair in the public Prantz, Presburg.

Chorus.
Life itself is at the best
One scene in mask of folly dressed,
And there is no part of its wild career
But you will meet with here;
To these symbols of life your voices swell,
Viva la masque, et viva la bagatelle.

Quartette—Arline, Queen, Thaddeus, Devilshoof, From the valleys and the hills,

Where the sweetest buds grow,
And are watered by rills
Which are purest that flow:
Come we ! Come we !
Light of heart, fleet of foot, reckless of slight or gibe,
Who can compare with the free happy gipsy tribe.

Solo.—Arline.
Sir Knight and Lady, listen !
That bright eye seems to glisten
As if his trusted tale
Did o'er thy sense prevail
page 14 Pretty maiden take care, take core,
What havoc love maketh here !
And this token from love you borrow,
Is the perlude of many a sorrow;
There are those who have lived, who knew
The Gipsies' words to be true.

Who can compare with the free happy gipsy tribe.

[Count Arnheim and some other officers of state enter

[He gazes attentively on Arline, then exit with his retinue Flo. It's no use restraining me, I am positively smitten. Fair creature, your manner has enchanted me, and I would fain take a lesson from you.

Queen It is the very person from whom they stole the trinkets I made them give him back again. This too is his, and now my project thrives. You have acted well your part, and thus your Queen rewards you. Places the medallion round Arline's Forget not the hand that gave it. [neck

[Florenstein perceives his medallion on the neck of Arline