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In scamp'ring haste, to gain the nearest shelter.
It were good sport if they should dare to stand.

MIHDOONY.

You see, my lord, he is in all things perfect.

RASINGA.

I see it plainly. Thanks for all thy pains,

Brave Ehleypoolie.

EHLEYPOOLIE.

Shall we take with us

The pipes and doulas*^[1] which have hung so long
In the recess of Dame Artina's garden?
Of all your instruments there are not any
That sound so loud and clear.

RASINGA (sternly).

No, no! I charge thee,

Let nothing there be changed. Thy witless words
Have struck upon my heart a dismal note,
Depressing all its life and buoyancy.
Alas! my joy is like the shimm'ring brightness
Of moving waves, touch'd by the half-risen moon,
Tracing her narrow pathway on the deep :
Between each brighten'd ridge black darkness lies,
Whilst far on either side, the wat'ry waste
Spreads dim, and vague, and cheerless.

1. * Doulas, a kind of drums, beat on one end by the hand and on the other with a stick.