Philip Potter

Sullivan: 36. Now what is this, and what is that

Sullivan: 17. You may go, for you're at liberty

Sullivan: 34. Hush! Hush! Not a word

Sullivan: 12. Stay, we must not lose our senses

Sullivan: 24. Away, away, my heart's on fire

Sullivan: 7. Oh, is there not one maiden breast

Sullivan: 26. Stay, Fred'ric stay!

Sullivan: 4. Oh, false one, you have deceived me