Nay, do not swear, you would but break the vow
As many another has. Our tropic sun
Affects men like a fever; when ’tis run,
Then their delusions pass. Oh leave me now;
I hear the whistle of your ship,—adieu!
Alohoa oie—may God be with you.
[_Enter_ ETHEL hurriedly]
Come, Ralph, your mother and your sister wait
Quite frantic at the pier, lest you be late.
They sent me for you.
[_Exit_ RALPH _with_ ETHEL; _he looks back and flings_ GIRL _a wreath_.
GIRL _smiles and sings Hawaiian song_, _picks up the wreath and drops
face in her hands as Curtain goes down_.]
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