Madam——
Rose-Flower.
She will not answer;
So speak some quiet thing.
Moon-Blossom.
Men are like wind-vanes that forever swing;
Men are like winds forever wavering;
Men are like water; men are like the tide:
Women, the rock they ebb from, do abide.
Rose-Flower.
She will not speak. See, it is sunset now.
And now the drums begin upon the housetops,
And all the plain spreads out, burningly clear.
Jezebel.
What is that noise of evil that I hear?
Rose-Flower.