|SCOTT||He jests at scars that never felt a wound.|
|[KYLIE appears at the window with her pet wombat]|
|SCOTT||But strewth! What light through yonder wombat breaks?
It is the east, and Kylie is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more bonza than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
(From an idea by Julia Wilkinson)