Five or six spring-times, welcomed joyously, lovingly watched from the first celandine to the budding of the rose; who shall dare to call it a stinted boon?
He consents without a murmur, all join in a joyful chorus, and the curtain falls upon the lovers kneeling to receive Don Pedro's blessing in attitudes of the most romantic grace.
I always have this vivid memory because it's like you have Magic Mountain next to us where people are screaming and having fun and hanging out with family and being joyous and they're just having an amazing time.