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Rh 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.)

( taps on window, speaks thro' lattice.)

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.

What, then, the message, and by whom enjoin'd?

A woman bade me bring a word to him, A woman, tall, who bore her like a Queen.