Din, don! But mamma has her eye on the young folk and their inclination for kissing.

Din, don!" Bells and pipes are echoed by the singers.
Her husband is gone to the tavern for refreshment and Nedda is left alone.

There is a little trouble in her mind caused by the fierceness of Canio's voice and looks.

Does he suspect?
But why yield to such fancies and fears?
How beautiful the mid-August sun is! Her hopes and longings find expression in the "Ballatella"-- a waltz tune with twitter of birds and rustle of leaves for accompaniment.

Pretty birds, where are you going?
What is it you say?
Mother knew your song and used once to tell it to her babe.