I wove a ferny garland, while the boy Roamed, but returned in triumph, having trapped A bee in a bell-flower—held it to my ear, Laughing, dissembling that he feared to loose The hairy thief. So laughed we—and were still, As deep in Vallescura wound a horn, And up the pathway 'neath the dappling bough Came riding—flecked with sunshine, man and horse,— My lord, my lover; and that song, that song Upon his lips.... Voice of Watchman. Sail ho! a sail! a sail! [Murmur of populace below. It grows and swells to a roar as enter hurriedly courtiers, guards, and others: Cesario; Lucetta with mirror.] [Murmur of populace below. It grows and swells to a roar as enter hurriedly courtiers, guards, and others: Cesario; Lucetta with mirror. ] Lucetta. My lady! O my lady!— Cesario. See, they near! Galley on galley—look, there, by the point! Galley on galley—look, there, by the point! Regent. O, could my heart keep tally with the surge That here comes crowding!
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