Lennox. Not with me....
Elizabeth. There are woodmen.... They go to and fro.
Lennox. What of that? There are woodmen in the story—many. [Opens the book.]
Elizabeth. Listen, I hear their axes—chip, chop. They are cutting into pieces the lovely trees they felled in the spring. It is very sad.
Lennox. Dear, you are sweetly foolish. They cannot hurt you.
Elizabeth [sadly]. So do they cut down the happy trees.
Lennox. Happy to be cut down to build bowers for you and me.... Listen.... [Turns over the leaves.] She was a fairy maiden.
Elizabeth [shocked]. Oh! Then she said no prayers.
Lennox. Her foster-father took her from the fairies, and what prayers she missed she learnt at the feet of love.
Elizabeth. Where did she first see her lover...?