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Avis.(Enters door LEFT):
This:
To-night, you know, is Eve of All Souls' Day,
And I would try to-night such charm, such spell,
As makes a maid her future husband see.
Madam Pomeroy:
There is the looking-glass, the melted wax
But the Dumb Supper, that is best of all.
Laying the table as for supper, work
In utter silence, hush'd and mute and mum.
Set on the service widdershins, reverse,
After a backward-wise recited grace
Under your breath, so leave the supper, set,
Midnight shall show you what companions
Your fate reserve you; yet, of this beware!
To-night the air is full of wandering ghosts
And restless spirits, so the sortilege
May bring you fearsome fellowship, and seat
Strange guests about your table.
