Would win you welcome!-
Mertoun.
Tres.

Thanks!
-But add to that,
The worthiness and grace and dignity
Of your proposal for uniting both
Our Houses even closer than respect
Unites them now-add these, and you
must grant

One favor more, nor that the least,-to think

The welcome I should give;-'t is given! My lord,

My only brother, Austin: he's the king's. Our cousin, Lady Guendolen-betrothed To Austin: all are yours. Mert. For the expressed commendings which your seal,

I thank you-less

And only that, authenticates-forbids My putting from me . . . to my heart I take

Your praise . . . but praise less claims my gratitude,

Than the indulgent insight it implies
Of what must needs be uppermost with

Deep in my woods, has trailed its broken wing

Thro' thicks and glades a mile in yours,— or else

Some eyass ill-reclaimed has taken flight And lured me after her from tree to tree, I marked not whither. I have come upon The lady's wondrous beauty unaware, And-and then . . . I have seen her.

Guen.

(Aside to Austin.) Note that mode Of faltering out that, when a lady passed, He, having eyes, did see her! You had said

"On such a day I scanned her, head to foot;

Observed a red, where red should not have been,

Outside her elbow; but was pleased enough

Upon the whole." Let such irreverent

talk

Be lessoned for the future!

Tres.

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