Enchained long whilom, was I fain to flee.

Just so! But is she fled or no? I wish she wrote clearer sense.

(Re-enter St. Nicholas behind.)

Enchained long whilom was I fain to flee;

But thou, with wildered phantom disarray,

Nightly disguised in the blue garb of day,

Besetdst the sleep-gates of my melanch’ly.

Hem!

N. (coming forward). Tristram, where found you that? it was not intended for your reading.