He saw it fall, and gurgling
Sink deep into the sea;
His eyes they sank in darkness;
No bumper more drank he.
[She opens the cupboard to put in her clothes, and sees the casket.]
How came the pretty casket here? no doubt
I locked the press when I went out.
’Tis really strange!—Belike that it was sent
A pledge for money that my mother lent.
Here hangs the key; sure there can be no sin