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Of the glistening faces and white, fish-like eyes,
Whose feast has sped, whose reckoning's to come!
(During next scene she moves about the room preparing the posset.)
(Robin taps on window, speaks thro' lattice.)
Robin:
Good Madam Pomeroy, the master ails;
I left him yonder, calling Dame Lenore,
Or Avis, that they help him home again.
Delivering a message I had brought,
I saw him reel and totter, almost fall.
Madam Pomeroy:
What, then, the message, and by whom enjoin'd?
Robin:
A woman bade me bring a word to him,
A woman, tall, who bore her like a Queen.
