All children that have ever been, to roam
At pleasure, enter where they will!
Beeswax.
[Clasping her hands in ecstasy.] In here
Their little feet have sometimes wandered? Oh,
I wish ... Oh, how I wish that I might see,
Might speak with, play with them!
First Lob.
Call them by name!
If lovingly, I’ll answer for ’t, they’ll come!