Countess. S-s-t! Let him think I am not here. Play him, play him!
Lennox. What is that you say, mistress?
Elizabeth [embarrassed and miserable]. Nothing....
[Lennox throws his cap in at the window. It falls at her feet.]
Countess. Girl, do not touch it.
Lennox. Oh, mistress, how the sun calls! It has called my cap. Some magic has given wings to it and it is gone.
Elizabeth. It is here!
Countess. Hush! Not yet—not yet.
[Enter at back a maid with a bowl of posset.]
Lennox. Mistress, is my cap flown in at your window perchance?