Lurk o'er the green-sword;
Mum let us be:—
Lurk, and mum's the word,
For you and me!
Thro' the brake, thro' the wood, prowl, prowl around!
We watch the footsteps, with ears to the ground.
Ears to the ground.
[Exeunt Robbers.
Gondi. Here is another moment snatch'd—a short one—