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Trumpets and shawms! It is the strange woman with her train.

If they see your wonderful countenances, they'll think the plague is amongst us.

I will not meet them with my heart so heavy.

What is done is done. [To the captain of the caravan——who has dismounted and advances] O strangers, are ye come in peace?

We are come in peace. Do ye greet us peacefully?

Peacefully we greet you.

Here will we abide, then, till the sun bend westward, and water our cattle.

[Stepping forward, cringingly] Alas, the water faileth. Lo, there is barely enough for our own beasts.