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First Lad. 'Tis strangely melancholy.

Dwi. It is like the sad sounds which oftentimes The midnight watcher, in his lonely tower, Hears, with the wailing blast most sweetly mingled.

''Elb. (to'' Attendant.) Go thou and lead her hither.

Atten. I will, great queen.—But here she comes unbidden.

First Lad. How fair she is!

Sec. Lad. Her eyes of lovely blue. Gentle but restless. Dost thou see that glance? (to Sec. Lad.) I fear to look upon her.

Dwi. Fie, fie, upon it! press not near her thus; She seems offended: I will speak to her. (to Berth.) Sweet Lady, art thou sad?