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The snow-white feathers of the high-coped hearse
Move slowly. Woe the day! oh, woe the day!
How changed her state! She was on milk-white steed
Mounted right gallantly, with cap and plume,
When I beheld her last.

VOICE (without).

Make way, good folks, and let the ladies pass.

SECOND CROWD (to him without).

None can pass here on horseback.

VOICE (without).

It is the Provost's family: make way.

SECOND CROWD (as before).

An 'twere the king's, they must dismount, I trow,

Or wait till the procession be gone by.

Enter Alice, Marian, and Claude.

CLAUDE (to Crowd).

What makes so great a concourse? and those bells

To toll so dismally? Whose funeral
Are ye convened to see?

FIRST CROWD.

Ah, Sir! the fairest lady of the place.

I warrant you have seen her many a time;
They call'd her Emma Graham.