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Rh (Enters door ):

This:

To-night, you know, is Eve of All Souls' Day,

And I would try to-night such charm, such spell,

As makes a maid her future husband see.

There is the looking-glass, the melted wax But the Dumb Supper, that is best of all. Laying the table as for supper, work In utter silence, hush'd and mute and mum. Set on the service widdershins, reverse, After a backward-wise recited grace Under your breath, so leave the supper, set, Midnight shall show you what companions Your fate reserve you; yet, of this beware! To-night the air is full of wandering ghosts And restless spirits, so the sortilege May bring you fearsome fellowship, and seat Strange guests about your table.