THE WANDERERS
PRINCE
Friend, must I go alone?
Friend, must I go alone?
MAN-AT-ARMS
My lord, these hands
Lifted you first from where you lay and smiled
Beside the dead queen 'neath the hawthorn-tree.
I walked beside the horse when first you rode,
I set the hawk upon your little arm,
I have lain years before your door at night.
The death I stay to meet were not so hard
As life without you.
My lord, these hands
Lifted you first from where you lay and smiled
Beside the dead queen 'neath the hawthorn-tree.
I walked beside the horse when first you rode,
I set the hawk upon your little arm,
I have lain years before your door at night.
The death I stay to meet were not so hard
As life without you.
PRINCE
Will you follow me?
Will you follow me?
MAN-AT -ARMS
To the death, my lord!
To the death, my lord!
PRINCE
Why, then, good friends, your hands!
We three are bound for the woods: God needs some souls
To love the world as he made it.
Come with me!
(They enter the forest; the Gypsy song is heard.)
Why, then, good friends, your hands!
We three are bound for the woods: God needs some souls
To love the world as he made it.
Come with me!
(They enter the forest; the Gypsy song is heard.)
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