But when a deed is done It cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts Reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.
'T is time for morning prayers.

I will go down.
My father, though severe, is kind and just; And when his heart is tender with devotion,-- When from his lips have fallen the words, "Forgive us As we forgive,"-- then will I intercede For these poor people, and perhaps may save them.
[Exit.
SCENE II.

-- Dock Square.

On one side, the tavern of the Three Mariners.

In the background, a quaint building with gables; and, beyond it, wharves and shipping.