“Lay a garland on my hearse,
Of the dismal yew,
Maidens, willow trenches bear;
Say I died true;
My love was false, but I was firm
From my hour of birth.
Upon my buried body lie
Lightly, gentle earth.”[130:1]
“Fie on’t madam!” says Evadne, “The words are so strange, they are able to make one dream of hobgoblins.”
The effect of Aspatia’s appearances enhances enormously the effect of the play as a whole.